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trashbag-baby666 · 1 year

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Lose It-Hunter Sylvester

Disclaimer: Song used in the Drabble is Lose It by SWMRS. I no long support them but the song bops a little. Got this idea for it after an intense listen to it!

C/W: mentions of cheating/sleeping with other girls.

Hunter had fucked up and there was no going back.

He had slept with a few girls that meant nothing to him and he wasn't sure why. The band had gone on a small tour of Oregon and Hunter let the obsessed girls get ahold of him.

Of course you found out fast, Emily and Hunter were your ride or dies.

Your band of girls were not having it and you weren't going to take it.

You were upset and angry going through the five stages of grief over and over. For what seemed like forever but had been more like four hours.

So, what did you turn to? Your guitar and notebook.

You wrote out your feelings as you decided that you couldn't forgive him for what happened.

You had talked to Emily and Kevin when they got back and they supported your decisions.

Hunter was pissed when you showed up at his door and gave him his stuff back and told him it was over.

But he wasn't pissed at you. He was pissed at himself. This was his fault and he knew it.

"Fuck him," Emily nodded as she read over the song you had written. Both of you needed a well needed hang out session. The session before your high school hosted a local music show.

Your band, y/b/n, we're playing and so was Skullflower.

"Do you think I should play it?" You looked up at Emily.

"Yeah, I think he deserves to have to be put in his place. Plus it's a good song none the less, y/n." Emily nodded and handed you back the tattered notebook.

"Thank you so much for coming over and just talking." You hugged Emily as you made your decision to play it.

You and your band had practiced the new song plenty of times. As you stood side stage as Molly Coddle played. You guys were up next, you'd warn your favorite outfit and shifted your weight on your new docs your mom had gifted you.

"Ready, y/n?" Your bassist came over resting her hand on your shoulder momentarily. You nodded as Molly Coddle finished up and packed up your gear and you guys began to set up.

Then it was time, the stage lights flickered on and the band did a small introduction. You spotted Hunter quick. Standing off towards your guitarist more with Kevin and Emily.

His arms crossed as he looked like a kicked puppy. He loved watching you perform and you knew that.

"Tonight is a night for a new song." You smiled awkwardly flicking the long mic cable as you held the mic, "This one is called Lose it." You smiled as your band came in playing the mellow melody.

"When I first saw you, I made a mixtape

I didn't know you'd do the same damn thing

When I said goodbye to you, it went quiet

'Cause I didn't wanna feel any pain"

It was true you and Hunter were both music critiques and buffs. You both loved everything music. You liked a lot of metal but more indie rock being your style and Hunter could respect that. You had made him a mixtape on a CD and he made you a playlist.

You turned to music the night Emily texted you saying Hunter was sleeping with a fan.

You couldn't listen to any of it. It all reminded you of Hunter. All you were left with was silence and your tears.

"The last thing I want is another debutante

To take me away from my world (take me away from my world)

And I know that wasn't us, but it still got tough

So come on, come on

And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

When we drove up the coast, we had a soundtrack

We made it feel like a film on a reel

And our story didn't have a happy ending

But it still sounded good despite the way I feel"

You guys fell for each other fast and you dragged Hunter on a road trip to the coast to your aunts cabin so it could be just you two for a weekend.

You guys had made a collaborative playlist on Spotify and it really seemed like a teen coming of age movie. It was one of your happiest memories of Hunter.

"The last thing I want is another broken heart

To drive me to the brink of crazy (drive me to the brink of crazy)

In the end, I couldn't take it 'cause I knew we wouldn't make it

So come on, come on

And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it"

Hunter stood in the crowd watching you softly sway your hips to the soft beat. He knew it was about him. Hell, almost everyone in the room knew it was about him. The schools 'loser couple'. You had only a few friends being your band mates and then Kevin and Emily.

Hunter knew he had fucked up so bad the moment after the girls would leave him and he'd see the texts from you on his phone. Every time he did it and he still continued to do it.

He deserved this, he was humiliated but he also deserved this humiliation. Clay had even shared some glanced and head nods towards Hunter as the song went on.

"In the end, we were just a couple kids

Who thought and fought our way around each other

There's a mark on the town the times we had around

But there's still some space for the rest of our lives

Sing it

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

I'm gonna lose it

I'm gonna lose it"

You finished and said thank you to the crowd as you packed up. Maybe this wasn't the official end of you and Hunter but just the end for now. Maybe he just needed time to grow as a person. To recognize the beauty he had standing right in front of him, waiting for him.

You were hopping that the wake up call of the song would be enough for him to change his inflated ego.

#metal lords #hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #kevin schlieb #clay moss

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 2 years

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Oh shoot mb for this long ass novel of a post... not only went into a complete tangent I was also preeeeetty high up until recently. Well. Not recent. I am still high buut I think it's been 4 hours since and usually around this time aint too fussy. But yeh uh I have a bad habit of oveeexplaining when high... as you can see 💀💀💀

But yeah this is about 3 hours of high explaining why I'm taking a break from my normal trip report format so shits a wall o text

Atp.. I'm temporarily abandoning my typical format as the shit gets worse/more emotionally driven I either forget to write it all out or just plain don't want to. And I mean. This shit is for me. What would be the point of stressing a specific way of documenting the shit you know? Can just. Switch. And keep it moving. Not like it bothers me fr fr

Uh but. Since my last entry I think I've had a combined mid 3k rangeish of dph. Not toooo bad given my track record but still I know it's only been a few days since my last proper entry not the best either

Currently off a 450 dose so my saltiness won't be too obvious + I'll be to high to get too too upset about whatever other bs comes alone tonight. I'd take more but I'm saving a 200 for the ride home and I end up taking entirely too much on the ride here so I gotta be kinda conservative with my doses now 🥲

Lots of stuff at once. Lots. I don't even know where to begin as far as what's been on my mind. Just so much.. recently I've been crying pretty much every night. Some of it cause of one specific thing I'm thinking on and others just out of pure overwhelment. I'm guessing within the last like.. monthish and a half the longest I've gone w/o has been 4 days

It's annoying to hide tbh as I've been doing it more I've also been more confident in my ability to hide it meaninggg more tears/reaction. Still not horrible horrible but I have a hard time stopping til I'm tired tired so it usually equals a loooooong ass time sobbing or wanting to escalate it further and shaking from how hard I have to stifle myself. I even cried on this trip actually. Me and my mom shared a bed cause a cousin spent a night in the hotel and not thinking of how light of a sleeper she is I accidentally woke her up a few times from how hard I was shaking. I felt so bad oml I hope to god she was still mostly in sleep mode 🙃

Uh anyway. This is really random but I made this post cause today I was so tempted to steal a cig. I don't even smoke em I just was so curious about the risk there. And it made me feel weird.

My whole family smokes. Seriously like, my dad smokes, my mom smokes on and off, my grandma, aunt AND uncle and my moms side of the family?? Pfft. So it's been easy for me to try if I ever really wanted to. Not that they encourage it or anything. I know they'd be pissed. But I'm sure if I timed it right I coulda beeen tried. But now like I genuinely wanted it fr fr. Only reason I changed my mind is cause they wear too close and I ain't wanna risk it and have them look deeper into that

Speaking of family reminded me of R. God. I wish I could back already. I called her a few diff times and she didn't pick up. That's fine ofc bit it's like.. I dunno how to describe it. It feels like she's distancing herself again and I feel like it was my fault for being too predictable. If I had kept phone calls to few and far between she woulda seen it as special and prolly would answer. Bit nah since my dumbass decided to be greedy my calls mean nothing mostly and she'll just ignore whenever

I miss her so much. I hate that I know she's probably sad and lonely and fucking herself up mixing and redosing on shit that shouldn't be. I hate that I let it become routine. It's too much pressure for her rn. I shoulda let her come to me when she was okay to. It would've helped a lot more. But my dumbass introduced the stress of routine and made her feel bad for sometimes not being in the mood. I know she's prolly feeling guilty too. It breaks my heart bruh

I miss knowing what all she took and helping where I could. I wish I could go back. She has enough to stress on as is. I hate that she's pushing me away again. Not knowing specifics makes me so nervous. She barely even answers texts at this point. She had some health shit going on and I ofc thought okay well it doesn't need to be some long ass convo to be otp ima just ask and check in or her. But I'm still in the dark. We don't call everyday anymore, she's hiding all her health shit going on cause of her pill concoctions, and I can tell something's on her mind. I'd assume something bigger from how hard she's tryna shield it

I tried everything atp I don't know how to get her back. Im so scared and I don't want her suffering in silence because I got too overbearing. She's probably so fucking annoyed by me

I hate her partner. Full heartedly atp. I get it. Sometimes you say stupid shit and I know my bsf has done the same. But ghosting her through all this. Letting her beg you to just talk to you. Fucking dragging out a fight knowing damn well how destructive R is. She demands so much from R and what has she changed in returm? What has she done for R??

Want more time with her? Done. Dropped me within the week

Want to move in together? R's working damn near 7 days a week and tryna either have two jobs or aome side shit just for more to save

Don't like lip piercings? R won't get em even though she seems interested

Want to see her irl more? Before yall pressed pressed about moving in she was planning on not only going for her birthday but her partners too AND possibly Thanksgiving and Christmas.

And what as she changed in exchange??? I HEAR THE SAME OLD SHIT WVEYTIME YALL FIGHT BRUH

Honestly. Fuck that. I don't even care about specifics. Even if she did change all that shit, I'd still hate her for ignoring her for this long and being nothing but cold knowing it hurts. So manipulative. Why would you go out your way to hurt your partner if you do really love them? She has and had sooo many opportunities to speak her mind and move through this but nah nah let's just let my fucking pride keep us apart.

R deserves so much better. I wish they never met. I can't believe she still gets the short end of the stick even when she's proven over and over again she would do literally whatever for you. Literally in so much pain just from not getting to fix things. I hate it so much. She doesnt realize how much her effort is worth. Its so sad like. She could find sooo many people that would reciprocate all that love and care and some off how loyal and selfless she is ALONE but she had ti get stuck with the one dumbass that can't see her worth

She is so fucking stupid. Utterly and completely. There is literally no situation where she'd be in the right for doing this atp. None.

That's not really all but.. ranting about their relationship shit is never completely satisfying. I'd go on forever not thinking nothing of it sigh

I wish I could call her tomorrow. I know she ain't doing too great but I could take her mind off shit for a little. Plus I know I can usually tell if somethings bothering her. I hate that I'm just. Here.

And I miss her background noise. I'm so used to talking shit with her brothers with R dying and tryna join. Or her twin yelling over THEEE most bland games ever. Or hearing all the outlandish but tbh sensical shit she be lecturing R on

I miss her in general. I love discovering new songs from listening to the music she got blaring from her computer, 9 times out of 10, Juice WRLD songs 😭

Btuh and all we'd be quiet doing our thing then she'll bust out with the Outlandish junk just cause

The rare but nonetheless 10/10 days where we talk for hours and hours til we either HAVE to go or one of us fall asleep mid way through whatever long ass story either of us end up telling. Its so cute cause like. Course I think everyone has a sleepy voice but she used to have the most random sleeping habits. And plus even once she did sleep, she'd mute usually. But it makes me feel good that she trusts me enough to like.. not think to hide it? I'm sure she'd probably be self conscious about it after the fact but I mean. At least for the time she was comfortable so I be cheesing cheesing

And her voice is constantly on my mind. I sometimes ask questions or annoy her just to hear her. Plus like I dunno. I've grown to associate her voice with comfort so just listening to her talking ahit about some random 12 y/o o when she play bloxfuits is enough for me to gave a good time. Plus she got about a billion diff voices for specific junk and those are always fun to learn.

Ah sorry I didn't realize how off track I got bruh rip. Point is I miss her and I'm so worried about her but I feel trapped as if I try tooooo often she'll be used to ignoring my calls. Plus if I only text there's a possibility she'll either be sleep or will just ignore

Sigh. I wish I could fix everything for her. She doesn't deserve all this nonsense

#dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine #dph addiction #vent #excessively long #misc

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weirwoodking · 3 years

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I have a small headcanon that Sansa has already skinchanged into a bird without her knowledge once before. This passage about Marillion in the sky cells in particular:

“When she closed her eyes she could see him in his sky cell, huddled in a corner away from the cold black sky, crouched beneath a fur with his woodharp cradled against his chest.”

What do you think?

Oh, absolutely. I do think that she’s experienced her powers in some way, she just hasn’t thought about them.

George does leave these little subtle hints in the text that point to the Stark kids abilities, the earliest being in chapter one:

Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.

“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.

“Can’t you hear it?”

Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.

“There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

“He must have crawled away from the others,” Jon said. (Bran I, AGOT)

While on horseback, and halfway across the bridge, already far away from where a mute direwolf puppy was, Jon was able to “hear” him. Obviously, he didn’t hear Ghost, he sensed him. Already, he was bonded with Ghost, even though this was about a year and half before Jon had his first “true” wolf dream. And furthermore, it takes a while before he’s able to clearly remember these dreams:

The wolf dreams had been growing stronger, and he found himself remembering them even when awake. (Jon I, ADWD)

So, yes, I definitely think that Sansa could already be having skinchanging dreams with a bird/birds. She just might not remember it. Also, she doesn’t have to have been having direct dreams, but moments of using the bird’s senses. Not fully in the animal, just sharing it’s space for a moment.

Unlike the sh*w, where skinchanging is an on/off switch (you’re either inside the animal or not inside the animal), skinchanging in the books is more nuanced. Jon is able to brush his hand up against Ghost and tap into the wolf’s senses, without fully warging him. He can even taste blood in his mouth after Ghost kills, and he can feel the wolf’s hunger. The most notable instance of this “one mind in two bodies simultaneously” thing is with Arya and the Braavos street cat:

That night she dreamed she was a wolf again, but it was different from the other dreams. In this dream she had no pack. She prowled alone, bounding over rooftops and padding silently beside the banks of a canal, stalking shadows through the fog. (Cat of the Canals, AFFC)

The tavern was near empty, and she was able to claim a quiet corner not far from the fire. No sooner had she settled there and crossed her legs than something brushed up against her thigh. "You again?" said the blind girl. She scratched his head behind one ear, and the cat jumped up into her lap and began to purr. Braavos was full of cats, and no place more than Pynto's. The old pirate believed they brought good luck and kept his tavern free of vermin. "You know me, don't you?" she whispered. Cats were not fooled by a mummer's moles. They remembered Cat of the Canals.

[...]

The Lyseni took the table nearest to the fire and spoke quietly over cups of black tar rum, keeping their voices low so no one could overhear. But she was no one and she heard most every word. And for a time it seemed that she could see them too, through the slitted yellow eyes of the tomcat purring in her lap. One was old and one was young and one had lost an ear, but all three had the white-blond hair and smooth fair skin of Lys, where the blood of the old Freehold still ran strong. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)

"It is good to know. This is two. Is there a third?"

"Yes. I know that you're the one who has been hitting me." Her stick flashed out, and cracked against his fingers, sending his own stick clattering to the floor.

The priest winced and snatched his hand back. "And how could a blind girl know that?"

I saw you. "I gave you three. I don't need to give you four." Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto's, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them. Or maybe not. If he could have secrets, so could she. (The Blind Girl, ADWD)

While Arya is not fully outside of her body and in the body of the cat, she’s able to use the cat’s eyes as her own. And she isn’t even aware that she’s doing it, it’s just occurring naturally. I do believe that the same cat she dreams as in AFFC is the tomcat that she sees through in ADWD.

So, yes, I do believe that Sansa could be looking through the eyes of a bird. She’s just not aware of it.

It does seem like the Stark kids are much more powerful than the average skinchangers/wargs, immediately bonding to the wolves without realizing it, and already connecting with other animals. Arya is able to warg Nymeria from an entirely separate continent, which probably isn’t standard behavior, especially not for someone who doesn’t even know what they’re doing and has no training. Even Varamyr, a man who has mastered the control of five animals, recognizes Jon’s power:

The gift was strong in Snow, but the youth was untaught, still fighting his nature when he should have gloried in it. (Prologue, ADWD)

So, the Starks seem to be pretty powerful. And that includes Sansa, as GRRM has confirmed that she is still a skinchanger, meaning that he’s definitely going to have a bond with an animal at some point. It would make sense for him to have already been leaving little hints about it.

A very important component to Sansa’s character, which could be affecting her skinchanging powers, is her memory. The way that Sansa’s mind has coped with her trauma is by suppressing and rewriting certain distressing, scarring, and confusing memories. This is something that all the Stark kids do, in different levels. For example, Bran believes that Rickon intentionally suppresses the memory of Ned being dead:

"Tell Robb I want him to come home," said Rickon. "He can bring his wolf home too, and Mother and Father." Though he knew Lord Eddard was dead, sometimes Rickon forgot... willfully, Bran suspected. (Bran V, ACOK)

Bran himself does this as well:

The dream he'd had... the dream Summer had had... No, I mustn't think about that dream. He had not even told the Reeds, though Meera at least seemed to sense that something was wrong. If he never talked of it maybe he could forget he ever dreamed it, and then it wouldn't have happened and Robb and Grey Wind would still be... (Bran IV, ASOS)

Sansa does this the most out of her siblings, it’s her primary coping mechanism. One example is how remembers (or tries not to remember) Jeyne Poole:

Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. (Sansa II, ACOK)

She tries to not to think of her, because it’s too traumatic for her to do so.

Another example is how she’s trying to process the situations she’s in at the Eyrie.

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though. If not for Petyr Baelish it would have been Sansa who went spinning through a cold blue sky to stony death six hundred feet below, instead of Lysa Arryn. He is so bold. Sansa wished she had his courage. She wanted to crawl back into bed and hide beneath her blanket, to sleep and sleep. She had not slept a whole night through since Lysa Arryn's death. (Sansa I, AFFC)

He is serving me lies as well, Sansa realized. They were comforting lies, though, and she thought them kindly meant. A lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. If only she believed them...

The things her aunt had said just before she fell still troubled Sansa greatly. "Ravings," Petyr called them. "My wife was mad, you saw that for yourself." And so she had. All I did was build a snow castle, and she meant to push me out the Moon Door. Petyr saved me. He loved my mother well, and...

And her? How could she doubt it? He had saved her.

He saved Alayne, his daughter, a voice within her whispered. But she was Sansa too... and sometimes it seemed to her that the Lord Protector was two people as well. He was Petyr, her protector, warm and funny and gentle... but he was also Littlefinger, the lord she'd known at King's Landing, smiling slyly and stroking his beard as he whispered in Queen Cersei's ear. And Littlefinger was no friend of hers. When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger. Littlefinger never lifted so much as his little finger for her.

Except to get me out. He did that for me. I thought it was Ser Dontos, my poor old drunken Florian, but it was Petyr all the while. Littlefinger was only a mask he had to wear. Only sometimes Sansa found it hard to tell where the man ended and the mask began. Littlefinger and Lord Petyr looked so very much alike. She would have fled them both, perhaps, but there was nowhere for her to go. Winterfell was burned and desolate, Bran and Rickon dead and cold. Robb had been betrayed and murdered at the Twins, along with their lady mother. Tyrion had been put to death for killing Joffrey, and if she ever returned to King's Landing the queen would have her head as well. The aunt she'd hoped would keep her safe had tried to murder her instead. Her uncle Edmure was a captive of the Freys, while her great-uncle the Blackfish was under siege at Riverrun. I have no place but here, Sansa thought miserably, and no true friend but Petyr. (Sansa I, AFFC)

Sansa knows deep down (not even that deep, just down) that Petyr is untrustworthy. She knows he’s fed her lies, but she wants to believe them. She wants to be able to trust him. She wants to feel like she can be safe with him. She wants to be safe. It bothers me a lot whenever people say Sansa is “stupid” for trusting Petyr, or “uncaring” for not thinking often of Jeyne. She isn’t stupid or uncaring, she’s a traumatized thirteen year old whose brain is trying to cope with what she’s gone through and what she’s currently going through.

So, she has built a wall. And behind that wall are the memories of Lysa’s death, the truth about Jon Arryn’s murder, and Jeyne Poole. I think it would make sense if skinchanging, something that involves the mind, is also something that she’s subconsciously repressing. I talked about this sometime a while ago, but I believe that a big moment for Sansa in TWOW is going to be her confronting her memories. And most significantly, confronting Baelish about what happened to Jeyne Poole and exposing the truth of Jon Arryn and Lysa’s deaths. Thus, defeating Littlefinger, the mockingbird.

It would make sense if this coincided with her skinchanging abilities truly awakening. As her mind opens, her powers become stronger. I’m pretty deadset on Sansa’s bird being a falcon, not just for the House Arryn connection and because she’s gone hawking with a falcon before, but also because of the symbolism. Falcons symbolize “vision, freedom, and victory. Hence, it also connotes salvation to those who are in bondage whether moral, emotional, or spiritual”. I think that Sansa bonding with a falcon and “flying free” would be perfect for the conclusion of her caged bird arc.

Sorry, this got really long, it just kind of turned into all my thoughts about how skinchanger-Sansa might come to be in TWOW. I think it’s going to be an important part of her story, as you don’t just give four of your POV characters the ability to control animals with their minds and not have that matter. (And, it’s already an important part of Jon, Arya, and Bran’s stories, so it most likely will be for Sansa, too.)

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #sansa stark #twow #the winds of winter #twow speculation #asoiaf speculation #long post #ask #jeynearrynofthevale

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atinysunbaby · 3 years

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Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, mention of rape.

Words count : 2.2 k

Previous 《 Prologue

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Present

My cheeks are burning from the salty tears escaping my eyes. A tightening feeling in my chest growing by the minute. The sobs keep escaping me, making my body move uncontrollably. Chocking from the sharp inhales and shaking from the cold temperature. This moment, forever will be imprinted in my mind. Those images I wish I could forget, unfortunately will hunt me till my last breath.

I suppose it's what most people feel too when they lose their parents. I wanted to deny it, but I saw their bodies. They were cold, bruised, bloody and no longer held any signs of life.

The last time a saw them, I didn't bother much to say goodbye to them. Only telling them to enjoy their little vacation in the woods. I was more exited about being alone then making them know how much I loved them. Now it's too late, I'll never be able to see their faces again, hear their voices, feel their arms around me when I need them the most.

I woke up to my cellphone ringing this morning, answering grumpily, thinking it was my mom who disturbed me from my sleep. It was actually the cops telling me to come to the hospital, but I wish it would've been her instead. I wish she could annoy me every morning now, but it's over. She isn't here anymore and neither is my dad.

I'm in my room, at this moment, crying my heart out. I ran out of the hospital immediately after seeing their corpses. They wanted me to identifie them, but I left with people screaming for me to comeback. I guess they probably know from my reaction, that it was indeed my mom and dad.

People keep calling me on my phone, but I don't answer. I'm laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, waiting for my sadness to subside. I know that won't happen anytime soon, but it's the only way for me to calm down. Being surrounded by people telling me how sorry they are for my loss. A bunch of fake assholes making me feel even worse about the situation definitely won't make anything better.

Slowly my eyes get heavy, I try to fight the exhaustion but fail miserably. I fall asleep on the cold floor of my room, my window open and the sound of rain filling my ears. All of this crying definitely used up a lot of my energy.

The car crash, I wasn't there and I have no idea of what happened. But I see it, something is in the middle of the road and dad just told mom a joke. They're laughing.. until they hit that thing, an animal maybe. It goes right through the window and kill my dad instantly, but as for my mom. The car rolls off the road and fall down a small cliff. Mom's still alive, she's in pain, blood everywhere, she's crying for her husband to open his eyes and answer her. She keeps screaming that she can't feel him anymore? His presence? Her breathing is getting worse the more she panics. Suddenly the door on her side opens and something stabs her in the chest, putting a end to her desperate cries. Blood is streaming down her chin, her eyes looking directly through mine while she takes her last breath.

I open my eyes to see nothing but darkness. I frantically search for a sign of light, I reach around with my hands. My eyes are open wide and my breath shaky, until my fingers brush against an object. I stop every movement, slowly gripping it and letting a breath of relieve when I realise it's my phone.

I turn it on to see a ton of messages and missed calls. One standing out, my aunts name, my mom's sister. I never talked to her, but mom insisted on giving me her number. I look around my room and stand up to look outside the window, only to notice that it's night time. The reason of the darkness and freezing temperature. I close it and turn the lights on in my room. Then I sit on the corner of my bed and hesitate a few minutes while looking at the screen in front of me. My fingers finaly press on call. A few rings later, Aunt Kath's voice is heard. "Y/N! Y/N is it you?"

"Yes it's me.. why did you cal-" I'm cut off by a loud sob. My eyes widen in confusion, but I soon remember that my mom, her sister is no longer a part of this world. I sigh and wait for her to stop crying on the other side of the line. "S-sweetie- where are you? Are you safe? You're not alone ar-"

"Kath, my parents just died. I'm obviously not partying right now, but I'm okay.. I guess.." She stays silent for the next few seconds, my blunt answer probably wasn't expected, but it's understandable. "Sweetheart-I uhh.. you have no one to stay with right? So.. your mom made me your godmother, i-in case anything happened to her.. will you come live w-with me, here in Korea?"

It takes some time to process what just came out of her mouth, my eyebrows are furrowed. Many feelings are fighting to take control of my body, but the one that wins is frustration. "W-what?.."

"She told me to take care of you if she wasn't there anymore... It was just a precaution, but I guess it really happened." She says with a small voice, trying not to upset me further. Judging from my lack of response, she can tell I'm not that excited about this new information. "I asked you, but it ins't really a choice that you have. It's an obligation, you can't stay alone out ther-"

I hang up, not wanting to listen even for one more second. I need some time to think about it. She's right, I don't have much of a choice. I turned seventeen not too long ago and I don't have any family member here. At least none that I know of. I sigh defeated, once again pressing on my godmother's contact.

She picks up not even a second later, as if she knew I was gonna call her back. She doesn't say a word, waiting for me to start talking. I clear my throat after freeing my lower lip from my teeth. "How will I get there? How about my clothes and everything else in the house? My parents' funera-"

"I'll take care of everything you don't have to worry, just bring the necessary and I'll transfer some money on your account so you can pay for your plane ticket. As for the ride to my house, my boyfriend will pick you up" She spend a whole hour explaining to me how everything will go and I agree after hesitating for a while. If my mom gave Kath the role of godmother, she must trust her. So I will trust her too, anyways I don't really have a reason not to. She's been nice till now and she'll even welcome me in her house, she's taking me in. "Thank you Kath, I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if I was all alone."

Days later

I prepared all my stuff, ready to fly to Korea. It took me a while to accept, but eventually I warmed up to it. It's an opportunity for me, to start over. A new life full of adventure, new environment and culture. I want to explore the world so why not start there.

Unfortunately though, I had to say goodbye to all my friends. We cried and spend the last few days together. We promised to text each other everyday and not to forget about one another. Sad thing is, my friends aren't the only ones I need to leave behind. It's hard to leave the place I grew up in, my house, my neighbourhood, my city, everything.

In a few hours, everything I ever knew will all be in the past. Only the memories will stay, the rest, all gone. So the day my parents died, I didn't only lose them, but my life too. The life they gave me. Now, I have to make a new one, by myself.

Landing in Korea

The flight was boring and quite annoying, I didn't know what to do. A baby cried for what felt like years and a couple had an argument at some point. Then the person next to me started to snore so loudly I thought the plane was crashing. I'm glad to finaly be on the ground, the loud voices of people speaking indistinctly seeming to sooth me from what I went through previously.

I sit on one of the chairs in the airport waiting for James, my godmother's boyfriend. He'll drive me to their house, apparently Kath arranged a room for me already. She doesn't have any kid, so she's looking forward to having me over.

"Y/N!!" I jump from the chair almost falling on my ass. I luckily manage to stay on my two feet and not make a fool of myself. Upon hearing a chuckle, I turn around and see an old looking dude smirking at me, maybe in his late forties. "Umm.. Hi can I help you?"

"James, I came to pick you up remember?" He asks while pointing at himself. I'm still unsure, he's looking at me weirdly. I can feel an odd vibe from him. It makes me feel uncomfortable, but I push it aside and nod before following him.

We enter his rusty jeep, the doors creaking when moving. Despite the outside looking a bit ugly, the inside is clean. The only negative point would be the smell, cigarette and..alcohol? Paying a bit more attention to the smell though, it doesn't only come from the jeep. The man next to me is even worst, it seems that he might shower rarely. Subtly, I bring my sweater paws to my nose, looking outside to distract myself.

"So, Y/N! How you holding up?" His loud and deep raspy voice makes me jump for the second time. I turn a bit a towards him not to be impolite and think before answering him. "I guess it's a bit easier then I expected. I didn't think that I'd feel any better, but after a few days it prove me wrong. But I feel bad, to already move on.."

He hums next to me, nodding his head lazily. I wait for him to add something, but the car is filled with silence. I'm relieved he doesn't speak further, not really being in the mood to have a whole conversation, especially with someone I don't know. So, slowly I turn back around towards the window. My mind drifting to the events that happened in just a few weeks, everything is so fucked up. Fortunately, Kath and James decided to help me.

About an hour past since we came out of the airport. We just entered a forrest, James informed me that it'll take a while still. He insisted that I should go to sleep and when I'll wake up, we'll be home. I ponder for some time, but eventually agree. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep due to not being able to get much sleep in the plane.

I wake up when the car come to an halt, a man's voice coming from next to me. Curses escaping his mouth, confused I open my eyes. The events from the previous hours coming back to me, tears threatening to escape my eyes. My body shaking slightly from fear, uncontrollably.

The ride was a lot longer then what James had told me it would be and I slept, only to be woken up by a hand covering my mouth. Horrible things happened in that car and it wasn't a nightmare, no mather how much I wish it was one. He said he would tell Kath it took us some time because of the traffic and the airport. Then he threatened to kill me if I open my mouth.

I can't let him see me crying, I don't want him to have another reason to hurt me. Despite being terrified and completely drained from energy, I swallow the bill in my throat and wipe the tears from my eyes. While I'm breaking down, next to me James is whistling and turning the car off. Announcing with a loud scream to Kath that we arrived.

"Omg! Y/N! Sweetie you really are here." Kath comes out of the house shouting happily, her arms open, waiting for me to give her a hug. I rush to open the door, but a hand grabs my arm. His nails dig in my skin and I whimper, both from fear and pain. "Remember. You talk, you die."

He puts my bag in my hand, pretending to be helping me. Finally I escape the horrible vehicle and run into my godmother's arms with a heavy heart. The second she engulfs me in her warmth, sobs spill from deep within me. She cries with me but not for the same reason. She cries because she lost her sister and now I'm here. I, cry because I've lost my parents, I lost my house, my friends. Because I've been raped less then an hour ago. Because I feel completely broken and hopeless. The new life I wanted for myself, only starts with even more problems then I had before.

Next 》 Chapter 2

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afoolnottoloveu · 4 years

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maybe i’m imagining things ♡

Summary: You don’t really feel like you belong at the BAU just yet (WC: 2.1k) {Masterlist <3}

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral!Reader

TW: smoking, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of alcohol

A/N: i dont smoke so theres highkey gonna b smth wrong with the description,,, but it just felt right okay, also it was a song reference as well >:(( also, this is for lucy’s fic contest! congrats on 3000 sweetheart <3

Song Pairing: Why Am I Like This? - Orla Gartland

You could remember the feeling, how it started that night at the bar. Despite the conversations of your new team swirling around you, you felt like a stranger. You didn’t think much of it at first, you just thought you were imagining things. You’ll grow into it, you told yourself.

After exactly a year at the BAU, you still couldn’t decisively say you were part of the family. As cases came and went, you felt the same. An outsider. A guest living with a family. You couldn’t blame them, really. As you should, right? They weren’t like this with any of the other newbies; it was you who intruded.

The last case felt no different. It was a family annihilator, and all you could think about were the victims. Unbeknownst to the team, except Aaron, you knew almost exactly what the family of the victims were going through. Your feelings were taking a toll on you, and everything from the jet ride to heading back to the office was a complete daze. Your mind was somewhere far off in the distance, only snapped back by the soft touch of JJ placing her hand on your shoulder before you could walk through the glass doors.

“Are you coming tonight?” She asked as if you already knew of what was happening tonight.

“Uh, w-what’s tonight?”

“We’re going to-”

“O’keefe’s!” Penelope squealed, running out of her batcave with the clicks of heels following.

“Oh, um-” you hesitated, but you remembered how badly you wanted to be a part of their family, and a drink didn’t sound too bad at the moment, “yeah! Yeah, I’ll just meet you guys there alright? M’gonna just grab some stuff.”

“We’ll see you down there!” Penelope bubbled, before sweeping everyone else into the elevator. You gave a small smile and wave, catching Spencer’s gaze just as the doors shut. Maybe you had learned to hide it well after all these years, but for profilers, they really had no idea what was going on inside your head.

You couldn’t help but glance up at Aaron’s office through the glass doors. Everyday you debated if the BAU was really for you, every day for a year, now. Not knowing if this was a mistake or not, you slipped through the bullpen and made a beeline for his office. Relatively quickly, you found the papers you were looking for after a quick search through his cabinets. You didn’t want to have the conversation with Aaron, but he was the only person on this floor with them. You shoved them in your purse, just in case. In case of what? You didn’t know either.

You tried to enjoy yourself, you really did, but your head was just filled to the brim with thoughts you couldn’t bear. The fuzzy, stuffy feeling of the bar would usually help you blend right in, but right now it made you sick. You excused yourself from the table, not like you were part of any of the conversations that were happening anyways, and stepped out.

Through your work blouse and slacks, the October wind nipped at your skin. You opened your purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Your habit started young, smoking being one of the only things that could effectively calm you. Your dad was a smoker, but he really tried his best to stop. He wouldn’t be proud of you for following in his footsteps, but so be it.

Placing the cigarette between your lips and lifting your lighter to the end, you failed to notice someone approaching from behind you.

“6 minutes.”

Startled, you fumbled and dropped your cigarette from your lips and it hit the concrete, causing you to loudly mutter a curse. You whipped around to cuss out whoever made you drop it, but you’re met with the same eyes you saw before the elevator closed.

“Jesus Christ, Spencer. I just lit that!” His expression doesn’t change, so you rummage through your purse pulling out the box of cigarettes once again. “And I know what that means, 6 minutes off my life for every cigarette I light.” Faced towards the street, you tried to light it, but failed. As the wind kept blowing out the tiny flame, you kept trying. “To be frank, 6 minutes isn’t a whole lot of time in the grand scheme of things. It’s like, one less shower. I could live with that I think.”

Still not hearing a reaction from him, you turn his way, naturally. He seems to be finding your purse very interesting, and for a moment you think, is pretty boy gonna rob me?, but you finally realize he can see the bold print title and FBI logo on the papers that you grabbed sticking out from your purse.

“Why?” is all he asked, his voice dripping in devastation. You look up to meet his eyes and there’s a gloss over them that you know too well. “Why would you wanna transfer? The BAU is-”

“-the crown jewel of the FBI. I’ve heard it.” You take the cigarette out of your mouth to reply. Unable to meet his eyes anymore, you fixed your eyes on the street once again, but you minded your voice, careful to not let it crack nor reveal too much, “I can’t explain it, Spencer.”

“I think you can, but you don’t want to.” The hurt in his voice was still evident and you had to wonder, why was it there in the first place? He doesn’t really care, his family’s inside the bar.

You brought the joint back to your lips and tried to light it one last time, and you successfully did so, inhaling the smoke and letting it encase your lungs like a blanket. “It’s just-” A long pause lingers in the air before you come to your senses, removing the cigarette from your lips. Blowing out a cloud, the wind carried the gray smoke down the sidewalk, with your eyes trailing. “You know what? No, nevermind. It’s nothing, Spence. I might not even transfer.”

“You wouldn’t grab the papers unless you were seriously considering it, Y/N,” he huffed, intent on finding out the real reason, “Come on, you were gonna have to tell us at some point. Why not start small? Why are you leaving us?” You were getting frustrated from the simple fact that he was right, and suddenly you were very sick of the cigarette you were holding.

“Fine Spencer, if you wanna know so goddamn bad then I’ll just tell you! I just- the BAU isn’t for me! And it’s not the job, it’s- it’s you! It’s all of you! I can’t be in the same room with all of you for anything other than a debriefing without feeling like I don’t fucking belong! You guys are a family, and I still feel like it’s my day one. If you guys can do this job so well without me, then why shouldn’t- why should I even be here?” You didn’t know when the tear slipped, but they just kept coming, and you were over this cigarette, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it a little too hard.

There was a silence. A cold, heavy silence, filled with nothing more than the gentle breeze, a couple cars passing in the distance and leaves falling. You suppressed your sobs as much as you could and wiped your face repeatedly.

Oh god, you thought, did I really just say that? Fuck, fuck, shit, why am I like this-

“If I asked you to stay,” His voice was soft- you knew your response wasn’t the one he was expecting. All you could do was glance at him, not knowing where he was going with this. “Would you?”

“What’re you talking about?” The words were a whisper, you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought it was just the wind. You genuinely didn’t understand what he meant, but in your head, you had already answered his question.

“Y/N, I--I just wanna talk, okay? Can you listen? Is that alright?” His voice was comforting, and with the way you were feeling, it was music to your ears. It reminded you of the way he spoke to children, but you were just too damn exhausted to call him out on it; so you nodded, but you kept your eyes on the street in front of you, watching a taxi pass by.

“You know, when I first asked you ‘why?’ a few minutes ago, when I was saying that the BAU was the crown jewel of the FBI? Well, that wasn’t what I was going to say at all. I was gonna say that the BAU is where you belong, Y/N. We don’t only want you to stay, we need you to stay. You were the one who talked down that unsub today. You can defend yourself better than almost any of us. You treat us like family, with the coffee every Wednesday and checking on all of us regularly. We notice these things, Y/N. Do you? Because it’s almost like it’s second nature to you.”

You had to take several deep breaths before you could gather yourself enough to respond; you closed your eyes as you spoke. “Do you know why I so badly want to be so close to all of you? My- my parents were both killed by- by a sociopath. I was 15. I started smoking then. My aunt took me in and I lived with my cousins. They were closer to each other than to me, though. I- I don’t know, I had a family, I guess. I mean, my aunt and her two daughters were my family, but- I don’t know, I’m not making sense.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know that at all, I thought they were your sisters. I get it. Well, I don’t, but I know what you’re trying to say. You didn’t have one as a teenager, but you have one now. Everyone inside of that bar thinks of you as their family. I know you don’t see it, but I can assure you that they do.”

You forgot your eyes were closed. They opened to the touch of Spencer’s hand on your arm, and there he was, standing in front of you. You wanted to cry more, but the sight of Spencer in front of you made you smile and your heart swell. You knew every word that left his mouth was genuine, full of love and understanding. You rushed forward and hugged him, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and cradled your head. It was almost funny, you were sure this was the most you had touched the germaphobe like, ever.

Into his sweater you sniffled and mumbled, “What about you Spencer?”

He pulled away from the hug, both of you still clinging to the other, but enough to have to look in each other’s eyes. He tilted his head as if he were asking what you meant.

“Do you- are we family?”

His only response was an airy chuckle and a swift, soft peck to your forehead. Huh, that’s new. You weren’t saying you didn’t like it though, no, not at all. He pulled you back into the hug and said into your hair “We don’t have to talk about that right now. But honestly? I think of you as something else, Y/N/N.”

And that was okay. The warmth of his breath on your hair and his sweater wrapping you neatly like a gift, it was more than okay.

Spencer led you back into the bar after you had fixed your makeup. Luckily, the wind actually helped to dry your tears pretty quickly. The team was gathered around the table, blocking something from your sight. As the two of you approached, you heard Penelope say “Oh, oh oh! They’re here! Y/N’s here!”

The rest of the team turns to you and in front of you, JJ is holding out a red velvet cupcake with a candle in it. “Happy one year!” The team cheered as a chorus. Your eyes widened and your face lit up. Your shock rendered you almost speechless.

“How’d you remember? Oh my gosh, you guys!” you smiled. With everyone egging you on, you blew the candle out, causing an array of cheers and claps.

“Honestly, some of us didn’t. But you know who did remember?” Morgan commented with a wink. You turned to see Spencer scratching his neck, smiling down at you, the look making your heart swell just a lil’ bit more.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him over with you to the table, the team clearing a spot for the two of you. Conveniently, shots for everyone had already been poured out, readily awaiting your consumption. You grabbed the shot glass and raised it towards the middle of the table.

“To family,” you beamed. Maybe I was just imagining things.

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irondadfics · 4 years

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Do you have any good fics with mainly Peter and happy? I feel like I don’t see enough of that relationship

Here you go lovelies! For more fics check out our Happy Hogan tag!

Peter & Happy-centric

A Certain Kind of Stubbornness by friendlyneighborhoodsecretary @friendlyneighborhoodsecretary

"There was something different about being a superhero's right-hand man. Happy knew it in his gut. It bred a certain kind of protective loyalty that didn't spring from anything less than looking after someone the rest of the world was out to get on a regular basis. A fierce doubtfulness about the motives of anyone who so much as looked sideways at them. A withering dislike of anyone who stood in the way of protecting them. A lack of trust in anyone but yourself." Regardless of whether you're Forehead of Security or The Guy in the Chair, it isn't easy when your best friend's a superhero.

“Told You He’s A Good Kid” (series) by friendlyneighborhoodsecretary @friendlyneighborhoodsecretary

Happy Hogan may not exactly be the cool uncle, but he tries his best. A collection of moments in which Happy looks after the kid his boss/best friend accidentally acquired and who Happy himself would definitely not/maybe/absolutely would fight a Titan for.

Good Company by friendlyneighborhoodsecretary @friendlyneighborhoodsecretary

There are certain things even Peter Parker doesn't talk about on those endless commutes upstate; Ben Parker is one of them.

Weekend at Happy’s by Marvelous_Writer @marvelous-writer

With May away, Peter stays at Happy’s for the weekend but things don’t go as planned when Peter suddenly gets sick.

we're going on a trip (in our favourite rocket ship) by jaybaybay @jaybaybay-01

“Mm.. S’ark?” Peter mumbled and rolled onto his side, cuffs clinking against the metal headboard as he shifted.

“Hey, Pete, you with me now?” Happy's heart was filled with relief at the sound of Peter's voice. It was heavily slurred from all the drugs, but the kid was coherent enough at last to form syllables. It was music to Happys ears. “Tony’s not here yet, but he’s on his way.”

Peters glassy eyes found Happy's face and he smiled; chunks of vomit still evident in his teeth. “ ‘e iss?”

“Yeah, cause you hit your panic button.” Peter frowned suddenly and his glazed eyes lazily trailed to his now bare wrist. Happy startled, “You… you hit your panic button, right Peter?” Peter swallowed slowly and let his eyes droop shut. Happy wished that he imagined the slight shake of his moppy brown head. “Why didn’t you hit your panic button?!” Happy hissed through his teeth.

Peter exhaled, “Wasn’ panicked.” Happy's brain short circuited.

“You weren’t- you… Peter we’ve been kidnapped.” Happy couldn’t comprehend it. This was very, very bad. This whole time Happy had been trusting that Peter had hit that stupid button on his watch and now…

Well, now they were screwed.

you'll be, kid, a man, kid, if nothing goes wrong by butmomilovemyboys

“Promise you’re real?” He choked out, his voice small. Happy nodded. “I promise. Really.” Peter nodded back, clearing his throat. He pulled away himself, wiping his eyes on his eyes on the bright orange shirt he wore. Happy put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “God, what happened? Why are we in the Netherlands?” (And he almost asks where Tony is. Sometimes his brain doesn’t catch up.) ~ SMFFH SPOILERS!!

This Can’t Be Real by Howlingdawn

FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS AHEAD. After Mysterio's final act, Happy finds and reassures Peter that they'll protect him. Truth is, though, he's just as scared as the kid.

Sacred Spaces by FerretShark @ferretshark

May doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but Happy persists. He’ll make it a great idea. Him and the kid, five days in the great outdoors. It will be fine.

“We’ll do all the camping things. What’s not to love about camping?” Happy asks.

May pauses mid-fold on a pair of her jeans, “I don’t know. He’s just not an outdoorsy kind of kid.”

regret by peter_parkerson @peter-parkerson

The kid’s annoying.

It’s a fact. The kid talks too much, too fast, and it’s annoying. That’s just how it is.

He wishes that was a good excuse for ignoring the calls. And the texts. And the incessant, unnecessarily long voicemails. He wishes he'd kept a closer eye on the kid because then maybe he wouldn't have missed his own Homecoming to fight his date's dad. He wishes his negligence hadn't indirectly caused a world of trauma for a high school sophomore.

He can't fix it now, but he can at least try to make amends.

Peter seems like a pretty forgiving kid.

Tough Love by samos7

Peter calls Happy in distress after May doesn't come back to the apartment one night. Happy doesn't know how to deal with emotions.

driving lessons by sapphirestark @sapphirestark

Happy cleared his throat. “Right then. Next, gears.” He gestured towards the console and Peter’s eyes widened.

“I’m learning stick shift?” All Peter knew about manual transmission was that it was way more difficult and much harder to get right. “Happy, I don’t know –“

“If you can’t drive stick shift, you can’t drive.”

Irondad w/a lot of Peter & Happy

I'm Not Your Babysitter by Mrs_N_Uzumaki

“I can’t take this anymore, Tony.” The end of the rope that was Happy’s already little patience has been reached. “I am an asset manager, not a babysitter.”

(A "missing scene" in Homecoming.)

I Really Need Somebody To Call My Own by losingmymindtonight @losingmymindtonight

Tony didn’t even know when he started getting jealous of Happy. It had been nice, at first, watching him and Peter get so close. Tony couldn’t be around all the time, and Happy still lived in the city, mostly to be close to May, so it was reassuring to have someone watching the kid’s back while he was watching Morgan’s. It had also helped, in a cynical sort of way, that Peter struggled with the transition. After all, he’d come back from the Snap to his aunt in an entirely new relationship. Not only that, she was in a relationship with someone the kid knew. There were bound to be growing pains, and Tony was the one Peter always went to with them, ranting through video chats at 2:00 am. It had made him feel important, like he was becoming part of the kid’s structural foundation. And then Happy had moved in with the Parkers, which had thrown everyone for a loop, and the months had blended together, and suddenly Happy was an integral part of Peter’s structural foundation, too. -- Or, Tony questions his role in Peter's life. Naturally, he spirals.

Not-Uncle Tony by Jen27ny @jen27ny

“I just… got some news.” “Bad news?” For a second, he thinks Happy is about to say yes. Instead, he turns around to him, eyes full of a nervousness Tony didn’t know the man is capable of. “I’m going to be a father.”

~~~~~

This is the story of Peter Hogan. Yes, that's right. Happy is Peter's biological father, and Tony is there for the entire ride.

Damage Control by PechoraFlow

This was bad. His phone rang, echoing around the small bathroom and causing him to flinch. He answered the phone and put it on speaker without looking at the Caller ID. He grabbed an extra roll of toilet paper, thinking that, if he had a prayer of making it home, he had to at least staunch the blood flow. “Hello?” “Hey, kid, are you still here?” This was worse.

Or, after landing the plane on Coney Island in "Spider-Man: Homecoming", Peter isn't as unscathed as he likes to think he is.

#fic rec list #happy hogan

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Sunday 15 March 1835

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no kiss dullish morning fair at 7 20 but a little damp afterwards and heavy shower now at 8 35 at which hour F46° breakfast at 8 ½ to 10 20 till 10 ¾ skimmed over the Halifax Guardian of yesterday - application to parliament for the Hull and Selby railroad not to be made this session - not money enough subscribed but all in good spirits about it - think the delay may do good - they have as yet only one estate (that of Mr Walker) and may get others - for W-‘s estimate is £11,666 per mile while Rennie’s for the midland railway which includes ‘a tunnel a mile long and very many bridges’ is only £8500 per mile - besides, Mr Bielby Thompson one of the MP for the East Riding is taking great trouble in inquiring into the merits of a new invention (by Mr Hosking) called ‘a pneumatic railway’ - Mr T- seems to have consulted but Hosking himself and Messrs. Larder and Timothy Bramah on the subject and is in favour of the Pneumatic plan - vide Halifax Guardian of yesterday page 1 col. 7 ‘the Emperor of Austria died (at Vienna) 3rd instant at 7am’ - Halifax Literary and philosophical society regrets ‘the paucity of the attendance at some of the monthly meetings and a resolution was passed recommending the subject to the consideration of the council’ - from a rain guage summary presented by Mr. John Waterhouse for the last 6 years August June and July appear to be the most rainy and March and May the least rainy months - Mr. (the reverend William) Turner read an [able] paper ‘on the measurement of attitudes with the barometer’ - explaining the principles of it, and explaining the difficulties the latter ‘owing 5 an incomplete acquaintance with the manner in which the atmosphere is affected by variations of temperature, moisture, electricity etc’ he shewed the comparative advantages of the barometrical and trigonometrical methods’ - H-x Guardian of yesterday p.3 col. 3 Last Monday evening petition presented against the return of the honourable J.S. Wortley signed by Messrs. R. Briggs junior, G.B. Browne, and Joseph Nicholson - and the following night a petition presented against the return (of Mr. Wood) signed by Mr. Jeremiah Rawson and Mr. Craven - Reading Parnell on Road making till 12 10 - then with my aunt for an hour - prayers in 32 minutes at 12 25 - Off to Lightcliffe church at 1 55 there in 18 minutes - before and after prayers read from p. 64 to 107 Parnell on roadmaking - waited 26 minutes Mr Wilkinson did all the duty - preached 22 minutes from Matthew ix 2 - home at 4 40 - A- and I walked in the walk from 4 ¾ to 6 20 - dinner at 6 40 coffee - upstairs at 7 35 - sat talking and looking over list of 2nd hand books in gentleman’s magazine till the post brought me a kind letter 3 pages and ends and part of the 1st page crossed from M- Leamington and an anonymous letter 3 pages with promise of another to A- extreme abuse of me - pity for A- sure she is unhappy and will do all to aid her getting away from me and Shibden - ½ hour with my aunt till 10 ¼ at which hour F46°- fine day - rainy night at 11 20 till which hour we sat talking.

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terfssuck · 3 years

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Sirius Casts a Patronus

Sirius was worried. His final exams were next school year and he still couldn’t cast a patronus. Everyone else in his year could cast one, even Robert Kingston, and he was always making mistakes. In transfiguration he’d turned his goblet into a black widow spider when they were supposed to turn them into birds, in charms he’d set his jug on fire when they were supposed to fill it with water, and in Defence against the Dark arts, well, everyone knew he was the reason Professor Huxley didn’t return that Autumn. Sirius knew the problem, see he’d never had a happy memory, not until he’d met James, Remus and Peter that is. At home his brother bullied him, and his parents beat him, and even the house elf, Kreacher, was ordered to kick him now and then, and the abuse only gotten worse since Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor, instead of Slytherin, like the rest of the “Most ancient and Noble house of Black”, well, except for Andromeda that is.

The marauders were all on the train home from Hogwarts when Sirius finally told them why he was always covered in bruises, told them why he couldn’t cast a patronus. The marauders had always thought something bad was happening at home, after all, the bruises were only there in September, but they were still shocked when their suspicions were confirmed. “Want me to curse them for you?” Offered James, only half joking. Sirius shook his head and rolled his eyes. He was glad James had tried to lighten the mood. They laughed and joked the rest of the way home and Sirius wished the train ride would never end. Sadly it did.

That summer was beginning to be the worst of his life. As soon as he got home his mother flew into a rage, screaming, slapping and clawing at him, she’d found his collection of muggle objects- a magazine about computers, another about muggle rock bands. “How dare you bring this filth into my house” she’d screamed, ripping the pages and throwing the tatters into the fireplace. After that he’d kept himself locked in his room for a few days, some days crying, others, just staring blankly at the walls, and his family let him be. It turns out, that was the calm before the storm. That Saturday evening his father came home from visiting friends and was drunk. “Come here boy,” he’d shouted at Sirius. Sirius, though knowing something bad was about to happen, obeyed. It’d be far worse if he hadn’t. “Sit!” Orion yelled. Sirius sat on the wooden floor so hard he knocked the wind out of himself. Then from the corner of his eye, he noticed Orion was drawing his wand. “W-what are you doing?” Sirius dared to ask, his voice breaking. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” Orion spat, “Crucio!”

Sirius had passed out. When he awoke, every inch of his body ached. He tried to stand but his legs burned in protest. The crawl up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom were agony. When he made it, he slowly packed his trunks, he noticed his left arm was broken. Tears streaming down his face, Sirius then went to bed, but didn’t sleep. He waited, ears keen as he listened for his parents going to bed, then he crept downstairs, trunks levitating ahead of him, he sat on the kerb around the corner, for what seemed like hours, when suddenly, something very large and purple pulled up alongside him.

Welcome to the knight bus, I’m your conductor Ernie, where will you be going this fine evening?”

“G-Godric’s Hollow, please?” Sirius hoped James’ parents wouldn’t mind him dropping by so late. He’d only met them once or twice and they seemed very nice, and James really looked up to his father.

When he arrived he realised he didn’t have to worry. Mr Potter, Mrs. Potter and James were all stood at the door. “H- how did you know?”

“Dumbledore.” Said Mrs. Potter, wrapping Sirius in a warm hug, her eyes twinkling”

Of course. Dumbledore knew everything about everyone. Sirius let himself sink into the hug, and for once he felt safe.

The rest of the summer was the best Sirius could ever remember. The potters were so kind and caring and treated him like another son, he had his best friend to talk and joke with, and the potters even let Peter and Remus come around whenever they wanted. They visited Mr Fortescue’s, watched the quidditch World Cup, got lots of novelty’s from Gambol and Japes, and they even visited James’s aunt in the south of France. They’d even all decided to help Sirius with casting a patronus charm.

The last week of summer rolled around, and although he’d been practicing everyday, perfected his pronunciation and wand gestures, and had enough happy memories to last a lifetime, Sirius still couldn’t cast the patronus charm.

“Don’t worry mate you’ll get it” James said, clapping him on the back.

“How do you know?” Sirius said skeptically.

“Because you’re my brother.” Sirius’s heart swelled with love and pride, and warmth. He threw his arms around James, his best friend, no, his brother. He was happier than he’d ever been in his life. He finally had the brother he’d always wanted, and James wanted him too.

“Come on Padfoot, let’s go back inside, we’ve been working on it all day.”

“Hang on, just let me do it, one more time.”

James shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, but then let’s get some supper, I’m starving.”

This time Sirius knew he was going to do it. He thought of James, of him calling him brother, of the hug, of the jokes, of how much he loved his new family, because that’s who the Potters had become. And when he said the words they were filled with love, and joy and hope. “Expecto Patronum!” And a slither of silver burst from his wand, small at first, but then it grew, and grew, and grew, until the entire night sky was filled with silver white light, and then then the light shifted and changed into a dog, and then a pack of dogs, and then all the dogs merged together to form one enormous dog that bounded around the garden excitedly, tail wagging, and Sirius beamed.

#fanfic #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #james potter

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dontbesoweirdkira · 4 years

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Can you do a list of Mic being pure w/ his favorite student, (y/n) (like, he’s not afraid to show it), but she’s living with her friend and their family since she’s alone in Japan, and trying to keep it a secret. But when he finds out he’s just “ASDFGHJKLWHAT”, and he’s trying to help her with so many things, which soon evolves to “custody of child—”.

https://dontbesoweirdkira.tumblr.com/post/189518600672/hey-its-me-again-i-hope-you-are-still-open-for

A/N: I first would like to say I ALSO HAVE EATEN A NUCLEAR REACTOR...it tasted like radiation and strawberries yummy! Here’s your soft present mic X student. I hope you enjoy.

(I kind of made it where you aren’t fully living with your friend. Just bouncing from the streets to her house every so often if that makes sense??)Requests open

-So at first Mic didn’t notice anything was up...well no he did but he kind of brushed it off since he didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

-Like when he asked for your parents signature but they were always somehow “out of town” or “working overtime”

-Or when he was going to offer you a ride home since it was pretty late but you just insisted to walk by yourself. And how you didn’t bother to call them and let them know you were going to be home a bit later than usual.

-He was always curious but like i said he didn’t want to cross a boundary and make you feel uncomfortable about something so personal. Besides how would he bring it up?

-”Hey Y/N, Why do you always conveniently “forget” to fill out your home address on forms?”

-Yeah see his dilemma?^ And like what if it was nothing and it really was just a convenience. It seemed better to leave it alone and not worry. You’d tell him if something was going on, right?

-Maybe one day you’re talking to your friend and He’s just around the corner so he overhears the conversation.

-”Hey Y/N, my family is going out of town for a few weeks. I- i would ask if you could come with so you’ll have some place to stay but we are going out of the county and you know how that is..”

-”Oh..um..Don’t worry, I'll figure something out.”

-”Are you sure? I- i can always leave the house key so you can have somewhere safe to go? But uhm, My cousin might come over every so often to watch a game or to check the house so be alert and make sure he doesn’t see you.”

-”N-No it’s okay, seriously. I’ll find somewhere to go, thank you though. ”

-”Well, I'll leave the key under the doormat if you change your mind, we’re leaving in the afternoon tomorrow so after then the place will be yours for a bit.I’ll text you later, ‘kay?”

-He’s shocked?? Like he thought maybe your at home life wasn’t good or maybe you were embarrassed about living in a low income place, but you were homeless?? And you’ve been staying with your friends every so often?? Why didn’t you tell him? Did you not feel comfortable? He’s in this weird state of shock and acknowledgement.

-For the rest of the school day hE Is cOnTemPlaTiNg oN WhaT tO Do. He’s not sure how he should bring it up or even if he should bring it up.

- *is casually being torn apart internally as he’s trying to teach english*

-*dEeP sPaCe STarE while he is standing at the board pointing to the sentence structures*

-”Sensei, are you oka-”

-”IMTHINKINGASHARDASICANTOFIGUREOUTASOLUTIONDONTPRESSUREMEoKaY.”

-lolol but once classes are over he taps you on the shoulder and asks if he could walk with you home for a bit. You visibly nervous, you reject and say “Umm It’s all right Mr.Hizashi, you’re busy and I don't want you to take up any of your time plus it’s late and I'm tired and i have to go and-”

-”Y/n...You don’t have to make up excuses, I know you don’t have anywhere to stay.”

-stopping in your tracks, your eyes went wide and you faced him

-”I heard you talking to that friend this morning.”

-M-mr.Hizashi I can explain-”

-cutting you off once again he begins “Hey, you don’t have to do any of that. It’s your business. But I don’t want you to just roaming around or staying anywhere alone anymore, okay? If you would like, I have an extra bedroom at my house, you can stay there until we get everything sorted.”

-”No..Mr.Hizashi...It’s okay..I’ll be okay, I’ve always have. Plus you have been such a great teacher and already went out of your way more than what I could have asked...staying with you would be too much.”

-”Y/n, it’s okay to ask for help. I seriously don’t mind. At least stay for the night so you can eat and have a roof over your head, then in the morning we’ll figure something out.”

-You hesitantly accepted but you told him that you’d be out of his hair as soon as the next morning hit.

-That night going to his house was...nice to say the least. The guest bedroom that he had was bigger than your friend’s kitchen and nicer than any place that you’ve stayed at. It really was heaven. So warm and cosy. There was a nice sense of nostalgia and security, something you’ve haven’t felt in years. His home was somewhere anyone would want to live in their whole lives.

-”Once you’ve settled down, you can come to the dining room. I ordered some take out, I figured you’d be hungry.”

-For a moment you sat on the fluffy bed and just took in everything. God was so good to you right now and honestly you thanked him. Although it frustrates you to think that this would only last for a second and you’d be back on the streets, roaming around. Yeah yeah, Hizashi wants to help you but you knew soon he’d get tired of your presence in his house…..they all did.

-Taking a deep breath, you went to go meet hizashi in the dining room.

-He welcomed you then motioned you to sit down at any of the seats at the table. “Oh hey, there’s miss america. You may sit anywhere you’d like. And help yourself to the food here.”

-You sat down across from him, only not to look at him just to have your eyes on the empty plate in front of you. You didn’t really touch any of the food actually or even make a sound. You weren’t trying to be rude or anything, you just..there was a lot on your mind and facing hizashi seemed difficult.

-”Are you okay Y/N? I hope sushi is okay. I- i meant to um ask what you would like to eat first. I’m sorry.”

-”No I’m sorry for-,” twiddling your thumbs for a moment you then looked towards the blonde fellow “Mr.Hizashi..My parents left when I was around three but they left me with my aunt. She was a very good person and took good care of me but she got very ill...and um you know. At first I was living in her apartment but i couldn’t pay for it when it was time for rent so..I stayed with my friend for a couple of months. But her parents kind of got tired of me staying there and it was this thing, so I lied and told them I found a family member to stay with. And um up until now I've been staying on the streets. Sometimes having a sleepover once every so often.”

-”Y/n…”

-”I didn’t tell you because I was so scared… I didn't know what to do and I really really don’t want to go in foster care or anything so I just thought I was better off keeping it from you. But I guess it backfired anyways because you still found out haha….I’m sorry Hizashi. I hope you don’t think of me any less. I- it was a tough situation and all and you know how that is...”

-He immeadately stood up, walked over to you and hugged you. It was with So mUcH compassion and genuine love. You really was his favorite student no scratch that HIS FAVORITE HUMAN i swear he would end the world for you.

-He gave you a little cheek kiss and was like “I’m not letting anyone put you in foster care and I'm sure as hell am not kicking you out even if i have to take custody of you.”

-”w-wait what? wAiT wHaT???”

-”KID IM fucking keeping you here safe with me even if i’m in court all year. We are going to make this work somehow, you aren’t doing this alone anymore. Do you understand?”

-YeAh hEs cRyInG iM cRyinG yOuRe CryInG wE aLl CryinG

-BRO YOU ARE UGLY CRYING NOT NO SOFT CUTE CRY LIKE HAHA YOU SOUND LIKE A WALRUS TRYING TO SAY ‘t-tH-Th-HaNKy-yyy-YoUUU-UOi mR hIzZaShIiIi”

-He whipes the tears of your cheeks and ruffles your hair

-”it’ll be okay Y/N, I promise.”

-I swear he’s like rushing to the computer and trying to figure out how to adopt you.

-”HoW tO aDoPt a ChILD wHen You aRe a hEro.”

-There's an actual wiki-how about it???????

-No but he’s really doing his research and is visiting lawyers trying to find the right one. He has them immediately looking into everything and making sure that his chances of getting you is as high as possible.

-He’s up late at night on the phone, emailing, and writing

-He has pounds and pounds of evidence that he is the most fit person to take care of you. He is not playing whatsoever

-He already let’s you decorate and he even gives you an office so you can do work or whatever. He most definitely brought you clothes and stuff for your room.

-When the courts and everything finally approves it after a long year of fighting, he picked you up and spun you around.

-”What did I tell you?!? I was not going to lose you and i made sure of that. And starting today and the rest of forever you’ll never have to be alone.”

-BonUs

-100% takes you out somewhere super fun and nice.

-”Wait we must take a selfie, The first day we are legally Father-daughter!”

-The most chaotic duo now, Everyone at school knows he adopted you and like he won't let anyone forget it.

-MISSSSSS AMERICAAAAAAA, is now, MISSSSSSS HIZAAAAASSSHHHHHIIIIIIII.

-”WHEEEEERRREEEE ISSS MYYYY LITTLE MUSHROOM???”

-”YYYYYY/NNNNN YOU LEFT YOUR BAG IN MY MINIVAN.”

-He has a minivan now. It also has a ‘Yeah I’m a soccer dad and i’m proud’ sticker on it.

-He joined the PTA

-HE IS SOOO BIASED I SWEAR NO ONE IS ABOVE YOU IN HIS CLASS AND NO ONE BETTER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT

-Always hugging you and giving you little cheek kisses when he sees you in the halls

-Made a titled track called “Now a dad”

-he most definitely wears ‘Best Dad’ shirts now. He also is in a ‘Single dad’s in Japan’ group now

-”I think we look just alike, Don’t we Y/N?” you both smiled and posed at the same time

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writer1 · 3 years

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A regretful Wolf and his Beauty.

Chapter Three

Beast!Rex x Fem!reader

Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands.

A\N: This is a collaborative fic with @ahsokatano-thetogruta. Just a warning, the transformations get kind of gory and disturbing, if you want to skip that part you may, it starts right after Rex transforms. We have marked where the gore and disturbing parts are, so you can skip that part if you'd like because the last part of the chapter leads into the next one. As always, we hope you enjoy this fic. credit too @suddenly-clones for Cody’s nickname Bubby.

Warnings: mention of past abuse, horrific description (we have marked this for you so you don't have to read it)

Rex walks down the stairs behind Cody, feeling nervous. Once at the bottom, Cody places a hand on his shoulder, giving Rex a comforting smile. They both walk to the ballroom, opening the door and walking in to see 99 reading all the little kids a story.

“And little red riding hood asked ‘What big teeth you have grandma’ the wolf in disguise smiled at her. ‘All the better to EAT you with’ the wolf then lunges at little red riding hood, but just before he eats her, the friendly wood cutter bursts in. He scares the wolf, who runs away. And both him and red find her grandmother locked in the closet. And everyone lives happily ever after.” the kids cheer, with the bad batch closest to 99.

There's fourteen year old Hunter sitting right beside him, with twelve year old Crosshair on the other side and eleven year old Wrecker in behind Hunter since he's the tallest. The youngest, Tech, who's only six years old is sitting on 99’s lap. Stutter is in the middle of the group of kids with Ahsoka and his friend Sabine who’s the same age. Rex thinks about the real ending of the story, where the grandma was eaten and the woodcutter kills the wolf.

He’s glad that 99 waits until you turn twelve to tell you the real story, it's way too dark for little kids. Rex is glad the bad batch is happy here, they, like Stutter, were taken in because of abusive parents. His aunt hated the boys for being different. Hunter was born with enhanced senses, which gives him headaches and can make him pass out, Crosshair is the weakest of the kids, having deficiencies that make him skinny and sick, they also made his hair grey. Wrecker is the biggest and strongest of them. But his eyesight is amazing, you have to watch out for the grumpy kid, he has a habit of whipping things at people when angry, and he has Never missed. Tech is tiny too, but he’s also super smart, but his eyesight is horrible, so he wears glasses that Anakin had made for him. 99 adopted them as his son’s as soon as he found out about the abuse and trauma his sister had caused.

All of that is gone now and it is all in the past. The bad batch and Stutter are living such happier lives now with their new, loving family.

xxx

Fives is aimlessly wandering around the castle, trying to take his mind off of what had happened earlier. Echo is with Waxer and Boil, playing with Numa. Fives kindly declined when his twin asked if he wanted to play too, but he said that he just needs some alone time.

He still feels a little bit hurt inside, but the feeling is slowly passing and fading the more he keeps on wandering, turning from one corridor to the next. He stops when he hears a soft humming of a melody coming from a room that he passes by. Listening intently as he looks around the corner, he sees an eight year old girl cleaning around the room with her feather duster. Her hair is brown and short, her skin is a pale blue like a blue lagoon.

The young girl turns around to see Fives peeking around the doorway. Before she could say anything, he tried to hide as quickly as he could, but she already saw him. She giggles a little, walking towards the doorway and standing there, brushing off any dust from her uniform and smiles at Fives. "Hello Prince Fives." The girl has a small, cute smile gracing her face now.

"Hey." Fives says nervously, not really sure of what to do. He thinks that she is really cute, so he decides to push his nerves aside and talk to her some more. "What's your name?"

"My apologies Prince, my name is Kiara Zelenca." She does a little curtsy in front of him. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, though you don't have to call me Prince. You can just call me Fives." He smiles kindly as he admires the white patterns on her face. Her turquoise eyes compliments her skin perfectly. "If you don't mind me asking, what species are you?" He tries to sound as politely as he possibly can.

"I don't mind at all! I'm both Human and Togruta. My Mother was a Togruta and my Father was Human. I have hair instead of montrals and my ears are a little bit longer because I don't have lekku like other Togruta." She explains a little nervously. He probably thinks that I'm weird now. She thinks to herself. "I use my hair to cover them as much as I can, because the others will say that my ears look weird and ugly. They call me a freak too..." She tries her best to keep her sadness back. She hates how she looks already, so it doesn't help that she gets bullied by others.

Fives frowns, hearing that this has happened to Kiara. The slight tremble in her voice is apparent to him, so he walks a little closer to her, looking Kiara directly into her ocean blue eyes and slowly raises his right hand towards the left side of her hair. He freezes just before he reaches her face. "Can I...can I see them?"

Kiara is speechless, thinking that just explaining them to him would make him feel the same way that the others do. After a moment, she nods and Fives strokes back her hair. Kiara looks away embarrassed. He sees that they are longer, but he just smiles. "I think they are really pretty." He says stroking the side of her face lightly. She looks into his honey coloured eyes. "You are perfect just the way you are, so don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. If they do give you any more trouble ever again, you tell them that they will be speaking to Prince Fives personally." Fives smiles reassuringly.

This is the first time that someone has told her that she is perfect and that she doesn't look like a freak. Her heart flutters as she leans into Fives' touch. He feels his cheeks heat up a little bit, she looks so adorable like this. Kiara opens her eyes and looks up towards the ceiling, to see mistletoe hanging down from the doorframe. She giggles.

Fives raises an eyebrow sweetly. "What is it?" He asks her as she motions for him to look up. He does so and sees what she wanted him to see. His cheeks turn red when he turns his head to look back down at Kiara. Her cheeks have turned to a darker shade of blue. She's obviously blushing.

Fives swallows harshly, trying to gather all of the confidence he can find within himself. "W-would you like to kiss me?"

Without a moment of hesitation, Kiara wraps her arms around Fives' neck as she softly presses her lips to his. Fives instantly starts kissing her back, wrapping his arms around her lovingly. They both pull away, and Fives sees the bottom of Kiara's ears move a little as the tops turn the same shade of blue that is on her cheeks. Kiara giggles at the goofy smile on Fives' face. “Wait till I tell Echo that I kissed a girl.”

Kiara laughs at Fives’ remark, kissing his cheek softly. They are both blushing a lot, this having been the first time either had ever kissed someone. “I… I think that i might love you already?”

Kiara’s eyes go wide when she realizes what he just said, then she realizes that she feels the exact same way. “I think that i might love you too, Fives.”

“Kiara!!” Kiara turns at the voice of her mom. She turns back to Fives, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry. Thats my mom, I have to go” Fives nods, watching her leave. He sighs. I’m gonna marry her. He thinks to himself.

xxx

A little while after 99 finishes the story, Fives and Echo walk into the room, Rex notices that Fives is blushing as he tells Echo something. He can’t hear what is said. Both boys freeze when they see Rex walking over to them. “Hey Echo. Fives.” he says nervously, the twins just frown at him, he sighs.

“Look, I'm sorry for what happened, I shouldn't have snapped at you. I know you were just having fun. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me for a while after how I reacted earlier.” Rex wrings his hand together, staring at the floor. He hopes that his brothers can forgive him, but he also understands if it takes a while.

Fives slams into him with a hug, and Echo follows after him. “We’re sorry too, we shouldn’t have pulled the prank in the first place.” Echo nods in agreement with Fives.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have played a prank when we knew that you were stressed, we’re sorry.” Both boys nuzzle into their brother, as Rex wraps his arms tightly around them.

"It's okay. Now, shall we go and play a board game?" Rex offers and the twins nod their heads in sync, making Rex chuckle. "Alright, you two can pick what we play.

xxx

Further somewhere in the castle in one of the bedrooms, Kanan and Hera are getting ready for the evening activities that were planned to take place in the ballroom. They are both nineteen years old and Kanan is a knight, though he was not needed to go out on patrol today.

Kanan had rescued Hera five years ago when she was being chased by some smugglers who were after her. He fortunately got there in time to save Hera and she is still very grateful for it. Kanan asked if she had anywhere to go, but she just shook her head. He decided that he would take her to the castle with him. He asked his friend, Rex, if it was okay if she could stay for a while, so the eight year old Prince asked his parents if it was okay and they both were happy to let her stay for as long as she needed to.

They were quick friends in the beginning and soon enough, they became lovers after they confessed to one another a few years ago. After another year had passed, Kanan decided to finally propose to Hera, so when he was out on patrol in the village, he bought her a beautiful ring. He was delighted when she said yes and they got married soon after. It's been two years and they are so happy together.

Hera finishes putting on her long, dark green dress that she wears on special occasions. It compliments her lime green skin perfectly. Kanan exits the ensuite to see his wife standing in front of a standing mirror as she tugs the long sleeves of her dress down. Hera sees in the mirror that Kanan is admiring her from behind.

"You look stunning in this dress, darling." He walks closer and wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her lek from behind.

Hera relaxes into his embrace. "Thank you, love. You look very smart in your suit too."

Kanan hums in response, enjoying every passing moment they spend like this.

"Shall we go and join everyone downstairs in the ballroom?" Hera asks as she cups Kanan's face.

"Yeah, let's go."

xxx

A few hours later the sun has fully set, allowing the warm lights strung up against the walls to glow brightly, creating a warm, atmospheric feeling in the ballroom as everyone is gathered around, speaking to friends and family. The knights haven’t returned from patrol yet when there's a knock at the door, Rex being closest, answers it. Outside is a woman, she has a bald head, white skin and tattoos on her face. “Hello, can i please come in? Its bitterly cold out here and i have nowhere to go, all I have to offer is this rose as payment.”

Rex feels pity for the woman. “Cody!!” He calls his older brother, he knows that he has to ask permission before he can allow a stranger in. The woman watches, Rex doesn’t see the malicious glint in her eyes.

“What is it Rex? Who is this?” Cody asks as soon as he sees the woman. “She has nowhere to go, can we allow her to stay with us? She says that she can only pay us with a rose, but i don’t think that’s a problem. Do you?"

Cody smiles at his brother’s kindness, turning to the woman. "I don’t think that will be a problem either, of course you may come in Miss…?”

“Ventress, just call me Ventress. Thank you for your hospitality.” Ventress walks in, handing Cody the rose.”There are drinks and food over there if you’re hungry Miss Ventress.” Rex tells her as she walks in, he doesn’t see the evil smirk as she eyes the bowl of red punch. She walks over grabbing a drink.

xxx

An hour passes, everyone is having fun. Fives is with Kiara, introducing Echo to her. Jesse and his twin brother Kix are playing doctor with the young knights in training. Kix had just become a doctor a year ago, so he’s writing fake doctor notes of crazy, fake diseases for a few knights while Jesse is entertaining the kids with paper shapes and animals that he folds.

Boil is making his niece pancakes and Waxer is sitting nearby, playing with the little girl. All the cousins, knights and staff are talking, joking and having a great time like they do every year. Ventress walks near to Rex, who’s talking to Cody and Bly. Ventress has a wicked smile on her face as she pretends to trip, spilling red punch on Rex’s favorite white shirt. “I am so sorry young man.” Ventress says sarcastically, making Rex lose his cool for the second time that day.

“Can’t you be more careful! And watch where you’re going!” He tells her angrily, freezing when he realizes how rude he was.”I'm sorry, I should-!”

“ENOUGH!!! You have been rude to the wrong person, little prince!” She snarls. Her hands have a dark green aura, everyone now realizes that the woman they had kindly invited into their home, was actually an evil witch. Her eyes glow green, and a circle of magic surrounds young Rex, cutting him off from his family. All the child can feel is fear as tears stream down his face. "I’m so sorry.” He whimpers out, begging and pleading for forgiveness.

The magic surrounding Rex and the witch is too strong, stopping anyone from getting close to them. Despite this, Obi-Wan tries to go and protect Rex, fighting his way through the sheer force of the wind being created. He only gets so far until he is blasted back into Cody's arms who catches him. Obi Wan gets to his feet and holds onto Cody.

Through all of the madness surrounding everyone, Obi Wan hears someone yelling behind him and then sees Anakin run past him with his wooden sword held high above his head, charging directly towards the witch. Obi Wan manages to grab Anakin and pull him in close to himself and Cody, all huddling together during the complete chaos. Both Obi Wan and Cody wrap their arms protectively around Anakin, using their own bodies to protect the child from the chaos and anything else that may happen. Cody prays for his brother, feeling like a failure for being unable to get to Rex. Not even all the Knights using the force would be able to get to him.

Suddenly there is a cry of pain. fearing the worst for his Rex'ika, Cody looks towards Rex who has his hands in his face and drops to the floor on his knees, writhing in pain. Cody looks around the room to see that everyone can see it too. Rex is...growing.

Plo, Wolffe, Sinker, Boosts and Comet all tried to get too Rex… that is until he started to change, they froze as soon as their older cousin started to grow. Plo has never heard of this happening before, he knows that witches are powerful, whatever she is doing to the young prince won’t be fixed so easily… If ever. Wolffe goes to run up to them, he doesn’t care about what’s happening to his older cousin. He leaves his brothers, running to Rex when a shard of glass hits him, cutting a slice through his right eye. Ventress laughs, knowing that her shard glass had hit her target.

Boil jumped in front of Waxer and little Numa as soon as the witch yelled, leaving the pancake he had cooked thrown on the floor. Numa screams and cries as the chaos ensues, both Boil and Waxer hear the cry of pain, they turn to see Rex fall to the ground in the middle of everything. They watch in horror as he starts to grow. Something that should not be happening to his body.

The Bad Batch all grab onto 99, standing in front of him. They close their eyes in fear, but 99 sees what happens to Rex, feeling fear for the young boy whose body is unnaturally growing bigger. And is also screaming in both pain and terror.

Fives jumps in front of Kiara, Echo following behind him. They watch their Ori’Vod fall to the ground, crying out in pain, they watch as his body starts to grow. They don’t know what’s going to happen to their brother, but they swear that they will love him no matter how much that monster changes him.

Stutter's eyes widen as he sees his Ori'Vod growing and writhing in pain on the floor, so he screams and tries to run over to help him. He feels someone grab his small hand and gets pulled towards them. He looks up to see Sabine using her whole body to protect him. Stutter sees a Lasat run up behind her and crouches down, wrapping his arms around the both of them to keep them safe from the chaos.

Fox and Thorne hear the cries from Rex, panic coursing through their bodies, flooding their minds with fear. Fox looks around quickly to see that Ahsoka isn't with them anymore. He scans the room to see that she is staring at her Ori'Vod through the green forcefield of magic. Fox grabs her arm to pull her back towards him and Thorn to protect her, though in the process, she loses her grip on her music box, dropping it to the floor. Everything seemed to play in slow motion as she watched it break to pieces that scatter across the floor. Fox realises what happens when Ahsoka starts to scream and cry as he sees the broken music box on the floor, so he comforts her the best that he can. Thorne joins Fox to help protect Ahsoka.

All Rex feels is pain, discomfort and fear. He regrets everything. He groans as his smart clothes begin to grow tighter on him, ripping open at the seams, revealing blonde fur. His arms start to grow longer and so does his legs, bending and rearranging themselves into haunches as a tail also starts to grow. He feels his face elongating into a snout, baring his sharp teeth to attempt to block out as much pain as he can. His cries of pain turn to whimpers as the transformation finishes. His clothes have ripped to shreds, blonde fur now completely covers the entirety of his body. The only article of clothing left are his shredded pants. Rex just lies on the floor, whining as he feels everyone staring at him.

Cody watches as his little brother turns into a creature of legends… A werewolf. Everyone in the room is shocked, the kids that had heard the story from 99 earlier cower in fear, afraid that Rex might eat them. Cody doesn’t care about that… This is still his Rex’ika, his baby brother. And nothing will ever change that.

The witch looks around the room as Rex lays on the floor, breathing heavily. The force field goes away and she smiles wickedly. “Don’t worry, young prince. You won’t be alone with this curse.” Rex looks up at her, eyes wide. Tears are still falling down his face, wetting his fur. ”What!?”

“Yes! I have a perfect plan for everyone in this castle! I want to have some more fun” she lifts her hands up. "You all stand there like objects, so I’ll turn you into objects!” She sneers.The green aura engulfs the room, and everyone groans, Rex watches in horror as his friends and family start to morph and change in front of his very eyes. Rex feels absolute fear, he wants his bubby.

(Warning! Slightly gory and disturbing description of the transformations from this point. Note where it ends.)

But Cody is groaning in pain as well, and morphing, getting wider and less human. Cody’s arms and legs burn as they grow slimmer, wood growing all over his body. He forces his eyes open to check on Obi Wan, staring in horror as his beloved scratches at his skin as it becomes metal. He sees young Anakin doing the same. They both form into a suit of armour that covers their whole body from head to toe. The same is happening to Kanan and Plo too.

Fox and Thorn struggle to hold onto Ahsoka, not just because they are changing, but also because she is getting smaller. The once shattered music box starts piecing itself together, but leaves the ballerina there on the floor. Ahsoka cries and screams as she becomes unable to move her legs anymore and she starts to become older in appearance. Her clothes change too, into more of a ballerina's outfit like the one that the little figure was wearing before.

Echo and Fives scream in pain as they transform, Both of them shrink as Fives' hair starts to become waxy, turning white in color. It's not just his hair, his whole head from top to his top jaw turns into wax, so does his hands, and the rest of him, including his bottom jaw, turns to a gold metal. Echo starts to grow a mix of metal and wood all over his body, the twins cry in pain as they shrink.

Kiara is the same, yelling out for her mother as the top half of her body becomes wood and the bottom half morphs painfully into feathers. All three of them have tears running down their faces, as they scream from the worst pain they’ve ever felt in their young lives.

Stutter screams loudly in pain, this is somehow worse than anything his brothers and father had ever done to him. “R-R-Rex!!!! C-C-C-Cody!!!” Young Stutter screams for his brothers, he's so scared. His body is becoming wood, his arms are sucked into him, morphing to his sides as his legs morph together and become the familiar bristles of a paint brush. He screams, looking over and seeing Sabine in the same predicament. He cries as he starts to shrink. “F-F-Fives!!! E-Echo!!!!! B-B-Bly!!!” He tries one last time to get one of his brothers, to no avail, he’s all alone once again.

Kix, Jesse and Hardcase all fall to the ground, screaming out in agony as they feel their bodies beginning to change. Kix wraps his arms around himself, squeezing his eyes shut to try and block out the pain coursing through his body. He becomes rigid, unable to bend any of his limbs as they straighten out. His legs morph together and his arms sink down into his body. His blood becomes colder as it starts to turn to ink.

Jesse starts to get wider and thinner. He starts feeling lighter and when he looks at his hands, they flop backwards as they become paper thin. It doesn't take him long to figure out that he's actually becoming paper, because his skin turns dramatically pale. As his body becomes thinner, he starts getting smaller too. Hardcase's body from his neck to his feet starts to turn to wood as his body becomes narrow. He screams at the searing pain rushing throughout his head as it becomes metal, his facing becoming longer and sharper with each passing second.

Hera feels her body start to morph into light, it burns as she is transported to the mirror she was looking into only hours before, she looks around at the room around her, she bangs on the glass, unable to get out. The room is only grey, the only thing in it being her. “Kanan!!!” She screams for her husband, the last she saw of him he had fallen to the ground in pain, she has no idea what he might have become.

Bly falls to the ground in pain, his whole body starts to burn as it turns to metal, he screams in agony as his head splits into three. He shrinks, turning into a fork. Ten year old Wolffe doubles over in absolute agony, along with the 9 year old twins, Sinker and Boost. And the youngest, seven year old Comet. They all grow smaller as they turn to ceramic, Wolffe screams as his body widens, going hollow once it turns completely too glass, lessening the pain some thankfully. Plo tries to fight through the pain of his own transformation to get to his boys, he hates that they have to go through this pain.

(Gore ends here!)

Rex can't believe his eyes. Everyone has completely changed. They aren't even...alive anymore? Though he can still hear the groans from everyone as their transformations finish. He looks towards Ventress with piercing anger in his eyes, but she just laughs at everyone. She feels content now that she has had her fun.

"I don't know what you are looking at me like that for. You are the one who has caused this! Now your friends and family will share your punishment." She cackles as she surrounds herself in a cloud of green smoke, creating a whirlwind. Once it clears, Ventress is nowhere to be seen.

No...what have I done? Rex thinks to himself as he sees everyone start to move again without being in complete pain and agony. He presses his ears back against his head, feeling consumed in guilt and regret. The room is almost silent, the only sounds being slight shuffles around the room as people adjust to their new forms.

Cody had heard every word that Ventress had said to Rex, about her saying that this is his Rex'ika's fault. He tries to shuffle to Rex, calling out to him to comfort his little brother "Rex'ika." Rex hears the familiar nickname, looking towards the direction that his Ori'Vod's voice came from.

"Bubby…" a second later, Rex bolts out of the room and runs as fast as he can. Away from everyone. Cody calls out to him and tries to follow, but he can't move very well at all. Everyone else doesn't know what to say. Their expressions are a mix of fear and confusion, not understanding what has just happened to them. All anyone can really think about is Rex's safety. They need to know that he's alright...

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my cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme (And All Of My Peaches)

@peachy-keener to the best of the best ;), and @angxlsgrxce, the extension of the prompt that she filled! the prompt was not taken quite literally: set during fall...but i think that it makes the best of it

Harley had grown up going to his grandparents’ house on his Dad’s side for years. He had grown up chasing his cousins around, Grams chastising him for being skinny as a bean pole.

“You’re just like your Papa,” she’d say, stirring the cider at the stove as Harley “helped.” (Ate most of the cranberries.)

“Good,” he’d say, mouth stained a brilliant purple.

“Not good,” Dad would say, swinging his son into his arms and peppering him with kisses all over his cheek. “That means I have two insomniacs.”

“But you also have a Pepper at your disposal,” Papa said, coming in from behind. “Hey Mama, thanks for letting our little bambino steal berries from you.”

“It’s why I buy extra,” she says with a wink.

As Harley grew up, he’d seen near-about-everything that happened. He’d heard all the stories, but his favorite was about the year Tony finally got to visit.

“They thought we wouldn’t know,” Grandpa said, cutting up the ham with a laugh. “My damn fool son thought that I wouldn’t notice when he was gone on somebody.”

“Language, dad,” he would say, and Harley would grin up at his dad.

“He doesn’t need a lesson in what not to say,” Grandpa would say. “And you’re ruining the story. Anyways, here they are, cuddled up in a blanket...”

Harley wants that. He wants to find someone he loves so much to bring home. He wants to dance with them in the kitchen when they’re supposed to be on clean-up, crooning to scratchy old records that made it past college dorm rooms.

He wants to look across the table and smile fondly, and hold hands with whoever it is.

His parents tell him it’ll be soon.

“Before you know it, my mad scientist,” Dad says, grinning. “You’ll find someone that you’ll take their breath away.”

“And hopefully it’s not because they’re asthmatic,” Papa quips.

Harley giggles.

“Goodnight bambino,” Tony tells his son. “Get good rest and wake up happy tomorrow.”

“I promise,” Harley says sleepily. “Mostly.”

Tony and Rhodey leave his room, and they smile at each other.

“It’ll be too soon,” Rhodey says to his husband. “And then he will grow up.”

“And we will be there for all of it,” Tony says, pressing a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Besides, I can’t wait to see who Harley finds.”

Harley meets a boy from Queens who talks a bit more than necessary, accidentally slapped him in the face while emphasizing his point about Jurassic Park during lunch, and has the most brilliant smile he’s ever seen.

He can’t believe he knows him.

Also, that they work together. Kind of. It’s an internship, but they also take most of the time to discuss conspiracy theories and challenge Ned with different programming games.

“What do you think about adding some extra web spots on the sides?” Peter asks him.

Harley is staring. A lot.

Peter is wearing a good shirt. Funny pun. He is the funniest. And the cutest. He has these laughter lines by his eyes that always come up when he’s laughing really hard, and it’s so cute, and--

“Uh...Harley? You okay?”

He shakes his head.

“Um. Yeah. I’m all good. You were saying about side-lining your webslingers? Why?”

“No, moving some to the side,” Peter says. “Like this.”

Harley frowns at the diagram.

“No, you splay out your hands too much when you’re Spidey. Web gets caught, you end up getting thrown at a ninety-degree angle or something. Skip it.”

“How do I never think about the most obvious things,” Peter mutters.

Harley has it on the tip of his tongue to mention that he is completely gone on him, and everyone knows it. Including his parents, which he isn’t exactly a fan of.

Especially since Rhodey has been behind Peter at his work desk, mock-batting his eyelashes and throwing hearts up on any single display screen that Friday has control of. (She essentially staged a coup, and Jarvis let her.)

“Dad,” Harley hisses out. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” Peter asks, grin on his face. “What are you guys doing?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Dad says. “But, that does remind me that I need to be doing something, and that is discussing Thanksgiving. We’re leaving for Grams’ early, around eight.”

“Then cider!” Harley says, grinning. He turns towards Peter. “What about you, what plans you got?”

“Oh, I think I’m going to attempt to make myself a mean turkey sandwich while May’s out,” Peter says. “Had to be on-duty for this year, but she gets Christmas off this year.”

“What?” Harley says. “You’re not going over to Ned’s or anything?”

“Ned’s visiting with Betty’s family, and MJ...I don’t know what she’s doing, but it’s something with family. She’s been sending me depressing poetry for half-an-hour.”

Harley snorts.

“Well that sucks, Peter. Sorry to hear that.”

“It’ll be okay!” Peter says. “Just means I get to watch Star Wars with no complaints from you or Ned about my choices.”

"I will find a way to have you avoid watching the prequels, they all suck.”

“Sure they do,” Peter says. “That’s why everyone still watches them.”

“It’s because everyone likes to make fun of them, not because they’re quality.”

Peter laughs.

“Maybe you’re right. But I gotta get going, Aunt May is trying to cook again.”

Rhodey winces.

“You want me to call Vietnamese food to-go ahead of time?”

“I’ll see if I can help her any.”

Harley waves goodbye, telling him to text when he got home.

“I’m Spidey, I know how to get home safely,” Peter says, smiling anyways. “But I will. Anyway. Just to humor you.”

“You have run into a telephone pole as Spidey before, you truly still think I have faith in you?”

“I think a little bit of faith. Maybe a tad.”

Harley rolls his eyes.

“Go home before May successfully burns down the apartment complex this time.”

“Will do!”

Peter smiles one last time before exiting.

“You, my dear son, are in love,” Rhodey announces.

“Dad!” Rhodey snickers.

“You did not learn subtlety from me, you learned it from your Papa, which is to say: you have learned no subtlety. It’s not my fault you’re entertaining.”

“Ugh.”

But Harley keeps thinking about Peter.

He knows that Peter is going to hate being alone, no matter how much he would actually watch the prequels. Peter hates being alone anyways. He’s always at least with someone, can’t stand being by himself.

And on a holiday? One that’s usually spent with family of some kind?

Well...it shouldn’t be that way.

So at dinner, as Dad and Papa are talking about some sort of update on a phone, and Harley says it.

“Can I invite Peter to Thanksgiving?”

Dad and Papa stop.

“I’m sure he’d love that,” Papa says softly, grinning. “I’m assuming it’s because he told you that May is on duty for that day?”

“Yeah. I don’t think...I don’t want him to spend it alone.”

His parents share a look, a look that they’ve shared a million times, one filled with soft understanding and so much love.

“I’ll let Grams know we have an extra guest,” Tony says. “After all, it is my turn.”

Dad snorts.

“Sure it is, honey. Alright, Harley, call him up.”

Harley grins, practically giddy. He’s excited to share this with Peter, to have him in this life.

(And yeah, he’s hoping that it’s like the stories that Dad tells him at night, the ones over iced water and quiet reassurances late at night.)

He presses the contact information, smiles as Peter answers on the second ring.

“Harley, did I forget something?”

“I don’t think so, no. But I wanted to ask you something.”

“W-what did you want to ask me?” Peter asks. His voice sounds faint, almost nervous.

“You sound weird. You okay?”

“Yes. I am more than okay. I am perfection.”

“Okay loser, don’t tell me. But I wanted to invite you to Thanksgiving with us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. No one should be alone.”

“I mean, I don’t want to trouble you. I can be fine on my own.”

“Peter, you are a terrible liar. You hate being alone. Besides, you’ve never had Grams’s cider before, and that clearly needs to be fixed.”

“You don’t have to twist my arm,” Peter says, laughing. “What do I need to bring?”

“A blanket and maybe a sleeping bag if you got one. If not, no big deal, we just usually stay the night since it can be a bit of a drive.”

“You sure you still want me coming?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Um...it’s family time?”

“You’re close to me, Peter,” Harley says. “And I want you around all the time. I’m just glad you wanna come. You’re gonna love Grams.”

“Okay. What time should I swing around Stark Tower?”

“Uh...lemme ask.”

Harley hops off his bed, phone at his shoulder.

“Papa, what time do you want Peter over for the ride?”

“Seven-thirty!” Tony says. “Unless you two want to canoodle before you’re stuck in the car with us geezers or something.”

“Stop!” Harley hisses, glaring at his father as he snickers. “Uh, Peter, did you hear any of that?”

“Something your Papa said made you yell, but nothing else?”

“Okay, get here by seven-thirty in the morning, if that’s okay.”

“I’ll set my alarms.”

“Alarms?”

“Well, I don’t wake up that easily.”

“And here I thought Spidey-Sense was real.”

“Hey!”

Harley decides he’s made either the worst decision of his life or the best, and it all depends on if Papa catches him staring so blatantly at Peter.

He’s cute when he’s sleepy. He leans against the kitchen counter, and he’s still in an over-sized sweater with a scarf lazily wrapped around his neck. Harley really wants to fix it, just reach out. It’d be so easy, so cute

“Harley I swear to god, please get your bag in the car before it becomes like the worst-family-picture-event,” Papa says.

Peter seems to perk up at that.

Of course.

“What would the worst family picture be?”

Rhodey already has his phone out.

“Harley forgot his bag, which had all of his clothes. Only a Wal-Mart was open, and...”

Head-to-toe sports neon. It was bad. Harley was frowning with his brows lowered in an obviously-frustrated expression while Tony and Rhodey sandwiched him, obviously bemused by the happenings of the holiday.

Peter laughs.

“Aw, you were so cute when you were little,” he says, smiling. “Really cute.”

“Even in neon?”

“Well, you’re cute in anything. Even neon.”

Harley nearly spills his coffee.

The ride there is mostly quiet. Tony hums along to the music, smiling slowly at some as Dad explains how Papa was the worst dancer on earth.

“Not as bad as Peter,” Harley pipes up.

“Harley.”

“Oh come on, it’s cute,” he teases. “The way your arms flail like spaghetti is endearing.”

“See if you get a sandwich from Delmar again.”

“Oh the tragedy,” Harley moans. “No sandwich from Delmar!”

Peter laughs.

“You two get some sleep, Mama isn’t gonna stop bothering you two,” Tony decides moments later. “Come on.”

Getting to sleep is...not easy. Especially when you’re supposed to. But Peter smiles.

“Share a playlist with me?”

“Sure.”

Peter’s music taste is amazing. Seriously. Harley usually sticks with what Papa plays, although occasionally he’ll foray into some of what MJ plays.

Peter’s music is relaxing. It’s light, easy. There are undercurrents of a deeper meaning, and what the memories make it be.

The current song reminds him of the end of the summer that year, when they had an end-of-summer-picnic and he fell into the pond, and Peter couldn’t stop laughing and took about a million pictures of Harley actually in the water.

"You remembering that time I fell?” Harley says, grinning at Peter.

“I’m remembering how good my photos turned out,” Peter says, although he smiles. “You made a fantastic model. You always do.”

Harley turns red.

“Um, thanks. I always have a great photographer, wouldn’t you know it?”

This time, Peter turns red.

“I’m gonna try to take a nap,” he says. “Mind if I use your blanket?”

“Not at all.”

And Peter settles against his shoulder.

It’s uncomfortable, but hell if Harley minds it. He smells good, and he’s so soft. He probably needs sleep. Knowing Peter, he probably stayed up half the night with homework, or something that had been a project for SI.

Rhodey catches his son’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and nods.

After all, there’ll be more than enough questioning when they get to Mama’s.

Harley gently jostles Peter awake as they pull into the driveway. It looks like some cousins are already there, and Mama is already halfway out the door, most likely intent on attacking her son-in-law in kisses and hugs, and seeing how tall Harley has grown. (One inch, but now he’s taller than Tony.)

“My baby!” she declares, attacking Harley in kisses.

“Grams,” Harley whines. “I need to help Peter out of the car.”

“Oh let me see him,” she says, grinning widely.

“Don’t make him scared of us.”

“Why would we be scary?”

“I’m not mentioning the incident of 2011.”

“That was one time!”

And then Peter is out the car, grinning. His cheeks are flushed from warmth, and he’s already helping take out the luggage and the dishes from the car.

“You must be Mrs. Rhodes, it’s good to meet you.”

“Call me Grams, young man,” she says, eyes sparkling as she turns to Tony. “He reminds me of you at this age.”

“I was not nearly so scrawny,” Tony says with a wink. “I was charming and devastatingly handsome.”

“Oh yes, because nothing says devastatingly handsome like train tracks for a mouth,” Rhodey deadpans.

“And yet what did we do in your room? As I recall, you--”

“Tony!” Grams admonishes. “Not in front of the kids, and not in front of me.”

Tony smiles sheepishly.

“What can I say? I have wormed my way into your heart.”

“Unfortunately,” Rhodey says. “Peter, watch out for Tony. He can get away with anything, he’s Mama’s favorite. Even though I’m her son.”

“Well when you fix a finicky Ford in freezing weather, tell me immediately.”

“Still?”

“Still!”

Harley drags Peter, holding his hand.

“Come on, you have to meet everyone still.”

Peter is just a bit overwhelmed, but mostly laughing as Harley takes him around the house.

He meets Grams and Grandpa and hears all about Harley’s embarrassing stories, and he thinks it is rather nice, the dusting of red that Harley gets on his cheekbones.

It’s a bit odd. Usually, he and May just watch Seinfeld reruns on the couch, or sometimes May has a friend’s apartment that they go to.

They’ve given up on ever fixing an Official Thanksgiving Dinner after Ben, and maybe it’s too bittersweet a memory, or maybe it’s because when Ben died, there went the last of the talented Parkers in the kitchen.

So Peter is surprised when Harley leads him to the kitchen to help him prepare the potatoes.

“I make the best roasted potatoes,” Harley says. “It’s from the family cookbook, but I always add a little extra.”

He leans in conspiratorially, and Peter catches a whiff of his cologne.

“It’s extra onion. Don’t tell Papa-Tony-he’s been trying to get it for forever.”

“I shall promise,” Peter says solemnly, saluting. “Scout’s honor.”

“Were you ever in the program?”

“For a year. I dropped out after I accidentally almost became a missing persons case.”

“Please tell me it was because you chased a butterfly.”

“How did you-?” Peter splutters. “How did you guess?!”

“It’s a you thing, and I know you,” Harley says, poking his shoulder. “Now come on, help me peel potatoes before Grams makes you set dishes with Aunt Lola. She’s nice, but...talks a lot.”

“I gathered.”

It’s peaceful, almost. Peter works easily, handing peeled potatoes to Harley, and when they’re all done, helping chop them.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he says quietly.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Harley says. “I, um. I wanted you here.”

“You...you did?”

“You’re the best person in my life,” Harley says softly. “And I, well, I--”

“Harley!” comes a yell.

He seems frustrated to Peter’s eyes.

“What, Dad?”

“Come here and help me with an air mattress for your cousin Vince!”

“Why can’t he help?”

“He’s supervising your Aunt Jeannie at the store!”

“Why does she need supervision?”

“She watched Chopped!”

Peter laughs as Harley huffs.

“Well, we’ll come back to it,” he says softly. “Don’t worry.”

Peter finishes with the potatoes, and moves onto the onions. He looks at the stained page in front of him, and sees a small addition in Harley’s unmistakable engineer-block-writing about more onions.

He smiles.

He wonders if when he grows up, they’ll have a--

OH.

Well. It’s not exactly a surprising thought. He’s been in love with Harley since freshman year of high school, after their second week of gym when Harley dramatically decided to pass out and shorten the class by about twenty minutes.

When Harley looked back and grinned at Peter, right at him, it was then and there that he fell.

(MJ called him “the most love-struck boy in the world”.)

Harley bounds down the stairs, grinning as he sees Peter at the table, helping Grams with the cider.

“You’re trusting someone to help you after all this time?”

“You finally bringing someone after all this time?”

“Grams, I’m still young.”

Her eyes sparkle as she pushes some cranberries towards Harley.

“Picked out some extra. And I remember when your Dad was your age, don’t think I don’t have the guts to tell the stories.”

She gets up from the table.

“You know the recipe by heart, love. Help your guy with it.”

Harley slides into her seat, grinning softly at her.

“Thanks Grams.”

“I’ll come and see your results in a bit.” She smiles fondly.

Peter and Harley are alone.

“So.”

Harley turns red.

“So, um. Is it okay if I’m awkward for a minute? And I don’t know how you’ll feel about it, but I think it’ll be okay.”

“You’re always awkward,” Peter says softly. He’s stopped cutting up the oranges, knife laid to the side.

“Well. Um. Yeah.”

“Harley,” Peter starts out. “You can tell me anything. I promise you that it will be okay.”

Harley looks at him. And really looks at him.

“Can I...can I dance with you?”

Peter’s eyes widen.

“Really?”

It’s getting late, the night already dark for hours. The family is quieting down, and most have retired to their respective rooms.

“Yeah, really.”

Harley drops a record on the old player, smiling as the familiar croonings of Bing Crosby lift over the house. It’s a favorite of his dads: Only Forever.

Peter stills as he hears the lyrics:

Do I want to be with you as the years come and go? Only forever, if you care to know...

“You mean...?”

“I mean it all, darling. I mean it all.”

Peter smiles and there’s almost a tear in his eye as he leans his head on Harley’s shoulder.

“I love you, Harley Keener.”

They sway like that for a moment, and all is well. Harley breathes out, and he listens to Peter’s heartbeat slow down. It’s a good moment.

For their wedding album, Tony surprises them with a picture of their first dance. The real one.

Harley absolutely does not cry and if anyone says that they saw him, they are lying liars who have received uninformed news.

(No matter what his husband tells them.)

#lovelyirony writes #peterharley #harleypeter #i like this ship a lot. i just liked making this soft #ironhusbands #rhodey #tony stark #anyways yeah #this is cute i think :)#peter parker #harley keener

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Requited Love

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Plot: Both of you have feelings for the other - it would be really easy if you’d just confess to each other. Your friends decided to step in, locking you and Daichi into the club room. Will you finally confess?

It was after practice, Daichi, Asahi, and Sugawara were on their way home. The two latter were confused that Daichi was walking home with them - without you by his side.

"Hey, Daichi, where's (Y/N)?" Asahi asked.

"Her aunt is visiting, she left right after the last lesson." Smiling as he gave his response - thinking about you, "Why are you asking?"

"It's just unusual to see you without her, the two of you always walk home together." Sugawara contributed to the conversation.

"O-oh, I see..." He felt his cheeks heat up as a blush dusted his face.

The other two couldn't help but laugh. Every time they would bring up your name - Daichi would turn into a blushing mess.

"What's so funny?" Nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he was looking at the other two.

"Nothing!" They exclaimed in unison.

"You know... You should ask her out before we graduate." Sugawara suggested.

"W-what?" Daichi looked at Sugawara, "We're just friends."

He let out a sigh as he knew what was coming. They had this conversation many times.

"Yeah, because neither of you is being honest." Asahi said, rather matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, come on, you even kissed!" Sugawara reminded him.

Daichi's blush deepened, "Can we please stop talking about (Y/N)?"

"Okay, okay..." Suga was rolling his eyes, not understanding why the two of you would crush on each other without confessing for such a long time.

"Sorry, Daichi." Asahi was smiling at him.

They continued walking home, not talking about you. However, Daichi couldn't get his mind off of you, especially now that Suga brought your kiss up.

The two of you met when you started high school, you were in the same class. Your seat was right next to Daichi's, that's why you got to know each other rather quickly as you'd often end up talking with one another.

However, the first time you really got to know him was on a rainy day, it was pouring down heavily.

You decided that you'd wait for a little before heading home, you were heading to the library - wanting to get your homework done while you were waiting.

When you entered, you noticed that some others had the same idea.

As you were looking for a spot, someone called your name, you turned around, and your gaze landed on Daichi, who was smiling at you.

You walked over to Daichi and greeted him before sitting down on the chair next to him.

"Have you already finished your math homework?" Looking at his book, noting that he was studying for the upcoming English exam.

"Yeah, I finished it pretty quickly..." He remembered that you've once mentioned that you weren't the best at it, "Do you need help with it?"

"That would be really nice!" Smiling brightly at him, "In exchange, I'll help you with English."

"Thank you." He was returning your smile.

You were both totally focusing on your work and studying. The two of you made use of each other's knowledge, you were both able to benefit from your extra lesson.

"Is someone coming to pick you up? If not my mom comes to get me, she could take you home if you want to..." Suggesting as you looked out the window, not thinking that the rain would stop any time soon.

"That be really nice, but only if she's okay with it." He responded with a smile on his face.

Once you've got the text message that she arrived outside, you and Daichi quickly made your way over to her car.

Both of you were sitting in the back, "Hey mom! This is Daichi, he's my classmate."

After you've introduced him to your mother, they greeted each other before your mother drove off.

You and Daichi were talking during the whole ride, he told you that he was in Karasuno's VBC, you've promised him that you'd come to the next match to cheer him on.

Once you've reached his home, he said goodbye to you and your mother before rushing to his front door as it was still raining.

You moved to the front seat, noting that your mother was grinning at you.

"W-what is it?" Suspiciously narrowing your eyes as you looked at her.

"He's so nice and such a handsome guy!" She exclaimed happily, even though this was the first time she met him, she already took a liking on him.

"He's just a classmate!" You blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up.

After that, you and Daichi have been closer than before, you'd often spend your breaks or lunch with him, and his friends from the VBC - you've met Asahi, and Suga, who were in the same year as you.

You made it a habit to go to his volleyball matches, bringing as many people with you as possible to cheer for the team.

There was a festival at the beginning of your second year, where Karasuno High School would participate, with different booths that were run by the students.

You and Daichi had the same shift, and since there weren't too many people coming by, you two had plenty of time to talk with each other.

Once your shift ended, the two of you met with your friends, you all decided to go as a group.

"Daichi, you should really confess to her before the firework!" Sugawara whispered to him.

"Yeah, we heard the girls talk about how romantic the firework is, that's your chance!" Asahi said.

"Shut up, you two!" He scolded them.

They had pushed him into confessing ever since they knew about the festival, telling him that it'd be the perfect opportunity to tell you that he's into you.

However, he didn't want to ruin your friendship, he was fine with the way it was as he didn't want to risk losing you.

Daichi was watching you, his expression got softer as he saw you smiling with your friends.

Your group got smaller as more and more had to leave for their shifts until you and Daichi were the only ones left behind.

"I guess it's just the two of us." You broke the silence as you smiled up at him.

"Yeah, what do you want to do next? He asked you, smiling at you.

"Hmmm..." You looked at your phone as you were thinking, noting that the firework would start soon.

"The firework is about to start, should we head to the viewing point?" You asked him, cocking your head.

"S-Sure!" He replied a soft blush dusted his cheek as he was reminding his conversation with Sugawara and Asahi.

"I know a spot that should be perfect for watching it." He told you, walking off with you following him.

You've reached his secret spot in a few minutes. Not many people seemed to know about it as there were only a handful of others.

He was leading you to a bench where you both sat down, waiting for the firework to start.

Your thoughts went to the conversation you had earlier with your friends. They told you to confess to Daichi.

You were brought out of your thoughts as the fireworks burst through the dark sky.

You both watched them in awe, Daichi was right, it was the perfect spot.

Your eyes were fixed on the sky, watching the fireworks explode before the vivid colors would light up the night.

Daichi's eyes lingered on you for a moment, you noticed and turned your face - it was just now that you realized that the two of you had moved closer to each other.

You locked eyes with him before you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, you were totally in the moment. Daichi tensed up as he was surprised to feel your soft lips against his own.

He soon melted into it, cupping your cheeks as your hands were on either side of his shoulders, the kiss was slow and soft, it was just the two of you at that moment.

You parted when the firework was over, your face paled when you realized what you just did.

"D-Daichi... I'm so sorry!" You apologized, "I-I didn't mean to kiss you! I-I guess I just did it in the heat of the moment!"

You tried your best to convince him as you didn't want your crush on him to be revealed.

He felt his heart drop. He was so happy when you kissed him, thinking that you'd returned his feelings, but to hear that it just happened in the heat of a moment felt like a punch to his stomach.

"I-It's already." He weakly smiled at you, you failed to notice the hurt look in his eyes.

"I hope this won't change anything between us... I really appreciate you as a friend." Fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt, you hoped that this kiss hasn't ruined your friendship.

"No, of course not." He got up, "Come on, we should get back, I'm sure the other's are done with their shifts."

"Sure" You stood up and followed behind him as an awkward silence surrounded the two of you.

You told your friend about the kiss, they were listening cheerfully but frowned as soon as you said that you told him that the kiss was an accident.

"Why did you do that?" One of your friends asked you, "That would've been the perfect moment to confess!"

"I-I don't know! I got cold feet!" You groaned.

Daichi was telling Sugawara and Asahi, they were excited, which quickly changed when he repeated your words, you said to him right after the kiss.

"I'm sorry, Daichi..." Asahi said comfortingly.

"I'm sure she wouldn't have kissed you if she didn't mean to!" Sugawara said, hoping that it would be some kind of heads up.

Neither one of you brought the kiss up again. It was awkward at the beginning, but as time passed by, you've gotten closer.

Both of you were still crushing on each other. By the time you were in third year, everybody had thought that you were together.

The two of you were always seen with one another. You'd spend your time with each other during your breaks, sit together during lunch break, and walk home after school.

It just took a look at the two of you to see that there was more than just friendship, but somehow neither one of you has noticed.

That's why all of your friends were looking for a plan to get the two of you to confess.

Volleyball practice was over, you were making your way over to their clubroom to wait for Daichi before class would start.

As you got closer to the clubroom, some of the other guys were walking towards you. Passing Suga and Asahi, you asked them where Daichi was.

"He's still in the clubroom." Asahi told you.

"Oh, okay, thank you!" Continuing walking there, wondering what would take him so long.

What you didn't notice was that Sugawara and Asahi turned around and followed you, keeping some distance to you as they were trying their best not to get seen by you.

Once you've reached the clubroom, you peaked your head in, watching Daichi search for something.

"Daichi, what are you doing?" You asked him curiously as you stepped inside.

"Oh, Hey (Y/N)! I can't find the key." He quickly looked at you with a smile before he continued to look for the key.

Your eyes were roaming the room as you were trying to help him look for it.

You yelped when the door shut closed behind you, hearing it lock, you and Daichi looked at each other - with a confused expression.

"What the-" Getting up, he tried to open the door, failing as it was indeed locked.

"What- Who was that?!" You exclaimed.

You both got distracted by Daichi's phone, which was repeatedly buzzing. He picked it up from the table, his brows furrowing as he read the messages.

Suga: We'll come back when the first period is over. Suga: But we'll only let you out of there if you've confessed to her! Suga: You really didn't leave us a different choice... Suga: Don't worry, we've excused you from your first lesson. Suga: You're welcome :)

Noting the way his brows furrowed, you moved closer to him.

"Who is it?" You were looking at his phone before locking eyes with Daichi.

"Umm... It's Suga..." He felt his cheeks heat up as he was contemplating if he should confess to you or not.

"Tell him to get us out of here!" You exclaimed, your hopes were high that you'd make it to class before it would start.

Daichi sighed loudly, "He won't..."

"Why not?" You asked him.

"Because he was the one to lock us in..." He was nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he was avoiding to look at you.

"Why would he do that?" Not understanding why Sugawara would do something like that.

You cocked your head, watching him as he turned his head around.

"He and the others planned this be-because..." He was stuttering.

Instead of listening to him, you decided to take his phone and read the messages.

You took it out of his hand and turned your back to him, reading the text messages Suga had sent him.

"Wait - NO!" He tried to get his phone back but stopped as you were already reading them.

You read the texts once, then twice... It took you a second to process all of it. Did Daichi actually return your feelings?

He was holding you awkwardly, one hand on your shoulder as the other one was holding your wrist, he was shocked, not thinking about letting go of you.

"Thank god we won't get in trouble for missing the first lesson!" You exclaimed, not wanting to get scolded by your scary teacher.

Daichi just looked at you dumbfounded, wondering why that was your only concern.

"W-what?" His voice was slightly above a whisper, "You did read the other texts... right?"

You turned your face around, only now realizing how close your faces were to each other as your eyes locked with his.

"I-I did." Averting your eyes, "Well, I guess you should confess if you want to get out of here" You were giggling at him, you lifted your eyes to look at him.

"I love you (Y/N), ever since meeting you back when we got into high school..." His eyes were fixed on yours as he confessed to you.

You blushed hard as you didn't expect his confession to be so blunt.

He was still holding you like before, taking the opportunity he moved his hand, which was on your shoulder up, to cup your cheek.

He slowly closed the small gap between the two of you, brushing his lips against yours as he kissed you hungrily. You melted into the kiss, grasping the fabric of his jacket as you were passionately kissing each other.

You slowly pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, looking at Daichi, who was smiling down at you.

"I-I love you too, Daichi" Confessing to him before going in for another kiss, this one was more demanding.

Feeling the need to explore his new territory, he was slowly sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer until your bodies were flush against each other as the kiss got more heated. Daichi's hands moved from your waist to your back before sliding down to your ass, grasping it and pulling you even closer to him.

As you felt his half hardened cock press against your lower stomach, you moaned into his mouth, which went straight to his growing cock.

One of your hands teasingly travelled lower over his firm torso to his bulge, his lips parting from yours as he felt you palming his hard length, moaning softly at your ministrations.

You lifted your hand just enough to let it rest above the waistband of his sweatpants before it was slowly sliding under his sweatpants and boxer briefs. His breath hitched when he felt your hand wrap around his erection.

Daichi couldn't help but moan out your name. He pressed his forehead against yours, enjoying the way your hand was pumping his wanting cock.

"(Y/N)" You could feel his hot breath on your skin before he leaned in to press his lips against yours, desperately needing to feel more of you.

You removed your hand, earning a growl from Daichi, who was looking at you with a confused expression - not understanding why you'd stop pleasuring him.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and lightly pushed him down, "Sit down."

He was sitting down, his back resting against the wall with you straddling his lap.

You pulled his wanting cock out of its confines and started to work his hard length while locking eyes with him. His eyes were full of lust, his pupils blown from the pleasure you were giving him.

"(Y/N) Please don't stop!" His voice was low, letting a shiver run down your spine.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you were pumping his dick, desperately wanting to feel him inside you.

You leaned your head in, nuzzling his neck before you started to teasingly kiss his sensitive skin.

Sucking and Biting his neck, leaving your mark on him. You tilted your head, your lips brushed against his ear, "Daichi, I want to feel you inside of me."

He let out a low growl, sounding like an animal in heat as he cupped your cheek, his touch rougher than before.

He crashed his lips against yours, sliding his wet muscle into your mouth. His hands explored your body before cupping your clothed breasts, he quickly unbuttoned your shirt as he needed to feel your soft skin.

He pulled away, taking in the sight of you.

He could've come right then and there, he couldn't think of anything more arousing than this - the way you were looking at him with hungry eyes, biting your lower lip in anticipation, and straddling his lap as your hand was wrapped around his cock - working his hard length.

He brought his hands back to your breasts, massaging and kneading them, earning soft moans from you.

Wanting to hear more, he swiftly unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground, he was pinching and rolling your sensitive nips between his fingers.

Both of you were left a moaning mess, panting as you brought your lips closer and kissing once again. Moving his head, he attacked your neck, passionately sucking on your soft skin.

This was better than both of you could've ever imagined.

"Daichi, I need more!" You exclaimed.

You lifting your hips as you positioned him at your entrance as your other hand was holding onto his shoulder.

"(Y/N) you're so wet!" He groaned out as he felt his tip at your dripping entrance.

His hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly as you sank down on his hard length while watching your face contort in pleasure.

Both of you were moaning, feeling him inside of you as he felt your soft, wet walls around him.

Once he was fully inside, you had to take a moment to adjust to his size, his cock was filling you up perfectly.

You started to ride him at a steady pace, earning low moans from him.

His hands found their way to your breasts, as he started to massage them again before lowering his head and flicking his tongue over one of your nips as he was rolling the other one between his index finger and thumb.

Your head rolled back at the pleasure you were feeling, the way his hands worked your sensitive nips while his cock stretched you out and hit your soft spot with every thrust, left you a moaning mess.

Your hands were splayed across his chest while your fingers were digging into his skin. Your left hand was slowly moving up and snaked around to the back of his neck.

He pulled away, locking eyes with you before bringing your head closer to his and kissing you hungrily.

He was biting on your lower lip, using your moans to slide his tongue into your mouth.

The room was filled with wet slapping sounds and your moans. Daichi's eyes fell to where the two of you were connected, groaning loudly when he saw his slick coated cock disappear into your dripping cunt.

Not believing that he is the one who got you into this beautiful moaning mess "(Y/N), you feel so good!"

You were desperately pushing your hips down onto his hard length, but it just wasn't enough, you needed more, more of him - you needed him to fuck you.

"Daichi! More! Please fuck me!" You were pleading him, needing to feed your desire.

Those few words had him almost cum right at the spot, he was trying his best to hold his composure.

He gently pushed you backward and laid you down onto the ground, his cock staying inside of you the whole time.

He started to thrust into you - hard, earning a loud moan from you, which was spurring him further on to go even harder and faster as he wanted to hear more of those sinfully hot noises.

He spread your legs even wider with his knees, which allowed him to push even deeper into you.

You were clinging on to his back, your nails digging into his skin and leaving red marks as he was relentlessly fucking you.

He was resting on his elbows, which were on either side of your shoulders, lowering his head to the crook of your neck, he started to suck and bite on your sensitive skin - marking you as his.

Daichi's thrusts and low moans slowly pushed you over the edge, you started to see stars as your body started to tremble, you were moaning loudly as your orgasm washed over you.

The way your walls were clenching around his cock and the way you were moaning his name in such pleasure was enough to make him cum, he painted your insides white with a final thrust.

His forehead was firmly pressed against yours as both of you were coming down from your highs.

"(Y/N)" He panted your name while he scooped you up into his lap, you could feel his softening length slip out of you.

"I love you" His lips were lightly brushing against yours before he kissed you lovingly.

He pulled away to look into your eyes with so much adoration.

You were his - finally.

Daichi's arms snaked around your back, holding you in his arms while his head was resting on your shoulder.

"I love you too." You whispered into his ear.

You were enjoying each other's company, neither one of you bothered to hurry for the next lesson.

A while later, both of you were surprised by a clicking sound, which came from the door, followed by two familiar voices.

Sugawara and Asahi just stepped into the room, both pair of eyes falling on you and Daichi.

You were still straddling his lap, your naked torsos pressed against each other while his arms were wrapped around your back.

You followed Daichi's gaze, turning your head, you saw Sugawara and Asahi standing by the door, both of them seemingly embarrassed.

"G-Get out!" Daichi exclaimed loudly.

"S-sorry guys!" Both of them apologized before they quickly turned around and closed the door behind them.

Daichi released a sigh before he looked at you, "We should probably get dressed and head out..."

"Good that they didn't come in earlier." You giggled, there was nothing that could've ruined the moment.

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek before you stood up, both of you picked up your clothes and got dressed.

Once you were ready, he took your hand into his, the two of you stepped out of the club room, noting that both Sugawara and Asahi were still outside, waiting for the two of you.

The four of you were awkwardly standing there, surrounded by silence.

Sugawara was the first to speak up, "I take that you finally confessed to (Y/N)?"

"Yes, I did" Looking at Sugawara, who seemed proud that he was the mastermind behind all of this.

#sawamura daichi #daichi sawamura x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu x reader

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scoopsgf · 4 years

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maybe 82, 52, or 32 w peter and tony?? love your work so much!!!

52. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”

32. “I need to know if you’re okay or not.”

Peter is drunk out of his mind when Tony Stark appears at Flash’s house. In fact, he’s so wasted he actually assumes it has to be some kind of hallucination. There’s a lot of weed in the air, maybe he’s getting a second-hand high or something.

It’s just too crazy to be real. The fact that Peter is here, even, is insane—but Flash had thrown the party last minute in the wake of an intense AcaDec competition and in the exaltation of winning, he’d forgotten to despise Peter for a minute and had accidentally extended an invitation; Peter had accepted purely because he knew it would annoy the other guy and also, he was really curious to see the house that had shaped possibly the most arrogant person he knew.

Typically it’s a fucking mansion, but it’s also… really hollow. There’s sheets covering all the oil paintings and locked doors and it honestly feels more like being in a museum. Instead of enjoying himself, Flash is frantically running around trying to stash vases and antique lamps and picture frames. He’s also clearly regretting his decision.

But he’s also a jerk on a daily basis and MJ is drunk and giggly and begging him to drink more too and then, oh no! He’s butt dialling someone! The music is too loud to see the caller ID—or no, to hear it? “What?” Peter demands of his phone, and there’s a muffled reply before he gets impatient and hangs up.

Twenty minutes later: Tony Stark.

Someone screams something. An air horn sounds off in another room of the house where word clearly hasn’t spread yet, but it’s catching like wildfire. Peter is in the backyard between the pool and the gaudy stone fountain. Tony is on the porch, standing there with his hands in his pockets, staring.

Peter blinks. He turns to MJ. “Yo, that’s Tony Stark.”

She bursts into laughter. It makes him laugh too. Then Tony’s walking over and it’s somehow even funnier.

“What’s the joke?” Tony asks. He’s smiling but there’s something not right about it.

“I, uh—what are you doing here?”

“Well, you called,” Tony says, “and you were drunk, and clearly you still are—I’ll be taking that, by the way—” much to Peter’s annoyance, he snatches the red solo cup out of his grip and dumps the remainder of its contents into the pool, “—now that that’s over with, I think it’s about time we took you home.”

“Sorry?”

“Yeah, I would be too, especially when that hangover hits—yeesh. Anyway, chop chop, come on.”

Tony makes to grab him but Peter rips away. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Pete—”

“No, I’m—I’m having a good time, okay? I don’t wanna go anywhere, thank you very much.”

Tony’s face changes. He looks kind of angry now, but it’s hard to tell through the haze of intoxication. “Pete, I really didn’t wanna come here at all—”

“Then go.”

The older man sighs and glances around and that’s when Peter kind of realises, dimly in some slowly sobering corner of his mind, that people have crowded around them and are watching and even filming on their phones. He’s kind of too out of it to do much more than wonder why—it’s just Tony, who’s always being such a mother hen. This is nothing new, nothing special—

Oh yeah, that’s right: none of these people believed that Peter was Tony’s intern. For years he’s been saying and now, here’s the proof.

They’re saved from further causing a scene when MJ abruptly doubles over and throws up into the pool. Peter moves to grab her before she can fall and he holds back her hair, and behind him Tony is telling everyone to turn their fucking cameras off and delete that footage or he’ll personally hack into all of their devices and do it himself.

“Ugh,” MJ groans. “That is so disgusting.”

The tiny sober part of Peter’s brain is rapidly growing larger. Apparently alcohol doesn’t really last on spider-mutants. “You did challenge Brad to beer pong.”

“And I won,” she spits bitterly. “It was worth it.”

Peter isn’t about to argue with her. “You wanna go home?”

“Yeah, but you don’t.”

“I do if you do.”

“I’m taking both of you home,” Tony cuts in, “no arguments this time, okay?”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Yes, Dad.”

It’s just a joke, a spare sarcastic remark he doesn’t even think about, but it’ll haunt him for a really long time after that.

Tony helps Peter get MJ into the car. Up front, Happy grumbles about stupid teenagers and dumb parties and you’d better not throw up in the back of my Audi, kid, you understand? I’ll charge you for every penny—

Tony tells him to shut up and drive. They sit in silence for a couple of minutes before he asks, “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”

Peter shrugs one shoulder, careful not to jostle MJ off the other. “I don’t know. Seemed preferable to an empty house, I guess.”

Tony squirms a little. “You know May is doing the best that she can—”

“No, I know,” Peter says, “and I get it, I really do. I’m grateful. But it doesn’t change the fact that it gets lonely sometimes, you know? Guess I’d rather be shitfaced and surrounded by strangers than shut up alone.”

At that, Tony goes a little white. His gaze rips abruptly away and he blinks, rapidly, his left hand fisting and flexing. Peter nudges his leg. “You okay?”

“No, yeah,” a nod, “just, uh… Jesus, you remind me of myself.”

Peter gets his meaning pretty quick: Tony Stark’s party days are no secret to the public, after all. “I get the feeling that’s not really a compliment.”

The older man’s gaze softens. “You remind me of myself in more than one way, Pete. But this, uh… this isn’t a trait of mine you want to embody, trust me. It can be a really slippery slope. Starts with house parties and ends with you splayed out on a ping-pong table in nothing but your boxers with coke stuck in your stubble—not a pretty picture, to say the least. I don’t want that for you, you know? I want… I want so much more for you.”

Peter stares. Then, “Hey Tony?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Why did you come here tonight? I mean, you could’ve just called May or Happy or something and had them pick me up—”

“I needed to know if you were okay or not.”

He closes his mouth and ducks his head because while yeah, that’s what he’d been looking for, it’s also a lot to hear. All of this is, actually.

“Pete?”

“I’m fine,” he promises. “I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”

He takes a second to really think about it and decides that yes, he is; as long as this never stops, at least. As long as… as Tony’s always around for him to lean on.

But he can’t, like, say that. It’s too much pressure to put on someone who’s just supposed to be his boss… or mentor… or whatever.

MJ saves him from actually answering by grunting and wriggling to get comfortable again on his shoulder. Peter remains perfectly still and has no intention of moving a muscle until they drop her off.

“So what’s this?” Tony asks, gesturing between them.

Peter raises an eyebrow. “What’s what?”

“Oh, you’re gonna play dumb about it? Real mature.”

Peter grins. “I’m not playing dumb I just… don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it. She’s my friend before anything else, so whatever.”

Tony hums. Peter rests his chin on top of MJ’s head. The rest of the car ride passes in silence, but it’s the easy, soft kind. And when Tony drops him off later, he hesitates in front of Peter’s front door and then says, “You know you can always call me, right? And I’ll come?”

“Yeah, I know—”

“No, I mean, always. Not just for Spider-Man stuff. I don’t care if I’m halfway across the world, I’m still gonna do everything I can to be there for you. I want… I want you to be safe, but I want you to know that even if you make mistakes I’m… I’m gonna help.”

Peter studies him. “So like if I were in jail and needed bail or something—?”

“Don’t push your luck, kid,” Tony says, shoving him inside. “But… yeah. Never tell your aunt I said that. Goodnight.”

Peter laughs. “Night, Tony.”

#asks #anon #drabbles #marvel #tony stark #peter parker #michelle jones #irondad #spideychelle #my writing #this is longer than it was supposed to be dkdjjdjd #OOPS #i hope it doesn’t suck

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dcnatural · 4 years

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End Game

Word Count: 1454

Pairing: Reader x Dick Grayson

Rating: General Audiences

Synopsis: You are Dick's SO, but your insecurity gets the best of you when you think you found evidence he was cheating.

Dick Grayson had a reputation as a womanizer. As the first son of Bruce Wayne, and heir to the Wayne Enterprises, the media loved to detail everything he did, and especially with who he did it. So when he first approached you during a fundraising, you had thought it would be an one-night stand and nothing more. But the morning after, before he left the flat you shared with your best friend, he asked for your number.

You went over the moon when he called that very same afternoon to invite you to dinner. And, then, after having been going out for almost a month, he asked you to be his SO, to which you gladly said “yes”. Despite all that, you still feared the day he would leave you and move on to the next, after all, he had a reputation, you knew the relationship wouldn’t last. But it did, a year passed and you two were still a couple.

You knew it was foolish, but you couldn’t help but think he was cheating on you. He often worked late night (and he was super vague about what his work was, you knew he worked at Wayne Enterprises, but that was all) and when he was sleeping with you, he would sometime disappear when he thought you were asleep and come back hours later. The only explanation was that he was cheating, you were sure of it! But you were too much of coward to confront him, Dick had been the best boyfriend you ever had and you preferred to share him than not have him at all. You hated what he was doing, why couldn’t you be enough for him?

* * *

It’s a Saturday morning, Dick had called saying he had a surprise and that he would pick you up on your apartment. You loved when he surprised you! He often took you to the most amazing places, like that one time when he took one of Bruce’s helicopters to fly you to New York so you could see your favorite musician. You wonder what he had planned for today. Sitting by the window, you see his blue Corvette ‘61 park in front of your building. You rise from your seat as he exit the car and go have a last look on the mirror, to make sure you look great.

The doorbell rings and you run to answer.

“Hi”, you greet your boyfriend, running a nervous hand on your hair. How come that even after one year the mere sight of him is still enough to send your heart racing?

“Hey”, he answers, kissing you softly on the lips. “You ready?” You nod and closes the door, checking to see if it was locked, you can’t take any chances on Gotham.

Dick looks amazing in his football jacket, reminiscent from his high school days, his back hair is combed back and he wears sunglasses, despite the dark clouds floating on the horizon. You walk with him to the car and he opens the passenger door for you. Always a gentleman. As you accommodate yourself on the seat, a sharp object pokes your ass cheeks.

“Auch!”, you exclaim, blindly tapping to try to catch it. An earring… And it’s not yours, that’s for sure. Nor Dick’s. Tangled on it, a single strand of red hair… “What’s this?”, you ask, handing him the small piece of metal. Jealousy burns on your chest. He was seeing a redhead. His ex’s is redheaded. Barbara, the Commissioner daughter. You knew it! Even though he said she was just a friend now, you always had a hunch that he was still into her.

“Ah… An earring?”, he answers, unsure of why you are asking.

“Whose earring?”

“I don’t know”, he says in a humorous tone. You could see that he was trying not to laugh.

“You think this is funny?”, you are more disappointed than mad. You always hoped that when you confronted him about his cheating he would at least admit to it. “I’m not stupid! I know there are others, but I preferred when you hid it, instead of letting them leave things around.”

He pulls the car to a stop, having driven only a block. The engine off, he turns to look at you. “What are you talking about?”

His gaze is too much to bear, and you decide to stare at the steering wheel. “You always work at night, stays days without calling or text, and sometimes you disappear in the middle of the night when we are together. I notice things, the mysterious phone calls that you answer in private and the weak excuses you give afterwards to leave. I know, Dick. Just don’t need to rub it on my face, okay?”

“Hey”, he says, reaching out to cup your face, “look at me”, his voice is not humorous anymore. You comply and turn to see his blue eyes. “I’m not seeing anyone else. I love you, Camila. I love you with all my heart.” You lean in and his lips meets yours in deep, passionate kiss. He says it so honestly that you almost believe it. But if there isn’t another, then what’s the reason of his shady behavior?

“I love you too, Dickie”, you say, breaking the kiss. “But, w-why”, your voice trembles, “what are you hiding?”

He takes a long pause and then restarts the car. “I was going to show you that. Well, there was a picnic first, but I guess we can skip that.”

You turn the radio to avoid the uncomfortable silence that follows you through the drive to Wayne Manor. He parks in the garage and you both get out. You still hold the earring on your hand, clenching and uncleching your fist.

You hear Tim and Damian arguing inside the house and smell the familiar aroma of Alfred’s cookies. Dick takes your hand and you walk together to an old clock that is in one of the corridors. You had passed by that clock many times before, and there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Just a huge, old clock.

“That’s it?”

“Wait a minute”, he replies, and begins to tap in the wood. Suddenly the clock moves backwards, opening a narrow passage to a stairway leading down.

You can’t hide the shocked expression on your face. He chuckles seeing your wide eyes and agape mouth. “What’s…”

“Go on, there’s nothing to be afraid”, and thankfully he flicks a switch, illuminating the staircase. At least with the lights on it doesn’t look as creepy. You glance back to the corridor and see Tim spying on you and Dick, when he notices you caught him, he quickly hides behind the hallway curve. You roll your eyes. Teenagers … You begin to walk down the stairs, checking every few steps to see Dick’s reassuring smile. Finally, the stairs comes to an end, and you find yourself facing a large cave.

In front of you, a variety of objects are displayed across the hall. You spot the Batmobile, the giant coin Two-Face used once, a dinosaur skeleton, and at least 10 different Batsuits on display.

You turn to Dick in disbelief. “You are Batman?”, you exclaim.

He laughs. “No. Not yet, at least.” He points to the blue costume on a glass display. You recognize it as the first suit Nightwing ever wore.

“You’re Nightwing!”, you exclaim again. He nods. “And this means that Bruce is Batman...” He nods again. “And who is Robin?”

“Well, first it was me, then Jason, then Tim and currently it’s Damian.”

“And is Bruce okay with you showing me this?”

“Yes, they know how much you mean to me. I wanted to tell you the truth, so you wouldn’t make a decision in the dark.”

“A decision about what?”, you inquire, puzzled.

He kneels and pulls a small box from his pocket. “I love you, Camila. I want you to be part of live forever”, he opens the box, revealing a gold ring encrusted with stones on your favorite color. “Will you marry me?”

“YES!”, you shout without a second thought, your voice echoing in the cave.

He puts the ring on your finger, and it fits perfectly. You hug him and you two kiss for a long time. Your body feels like it’s on fire. But there’s still one single question on your brain.

“Hey”, you say in a low tone, “but whose earring is it?”

“Oh, I gave a ride to Aunt Kathy yesterday.”

You laugh at your own stupidity. All those worries for nothing, in the end, you were the only one in his heart. You kiss him again, wedding plans already forming in your head.

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“triad”

Chapter 8: the septad

In this chapter you can find discussion of fate, the Tree of Qliphoth, and... a moth goddess?!

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Dear Lyra,

I’m sorry for being so out of touch lately. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely my fault, since this recent incident basically halted all mail movement around the kingdom. However, I got your most recent letter today, and I’m so glad that you and the others are safe! And it seems the town suffered minimal damage, and you were able to take down the one attacker all together.

Anyway… I’m sure you’ve heard the news by now. I would have invited you all to my coronation, but it was all over so fast, there was hardly time to plan a trip. Plus, the castle and capitol is still in shambles, so it wouldn’t have been fun. Don’t worry- I’m alright, with many friends and advisors by my side. I’ll have time to be sad once the situation has stabilized, whenever that will be.

Please write back soon. I miss you.

Love…

My pen pauses above the page before I sign my name.

Should I tell her… about the baby?

After a moment, I move again. My name appears, then is quickly concealed as I fold the letter up.

“Are you almost done?” Marx pokes his head into my office, just in time to see me press my finger into a disc of wax and start to heat it up. “Oh, you are. You wanted to head out soon, right?”

“Right!” I watch the wax melt, then shake the excess off of my finger. “As soon as you send this off, I want to leave.” I grab one of the seals sitting on the desk, the official seal of the Wizard King, and press it into the wax. “Hopefully this won’t take long… they either have the information I need or they don’t.”

I stand up, holding the sealed letter out for him to take. Marx quickly receives it, waves his hand, and sends out a signal. Within seconds, a small portal appears at his side; belonging to one of our many postal mages downstairs. He throws the letter inside, and that’s that. “There we are. Now, where’s Adeline?”

“She’s delivering orders to the squads,” I tell him, motioning for him to follow me out of the office and down the hall. “She’ll be back soon, we’ll probably run into her on our way out.”

“Oh, good!” Marx smiles a little, his eyes narrowing. “You know, I’m sorry for being so hesitant about her… she ended up being very efficient and hard-working. Although, I can’t blame her-” He glances over at the back of my head. “She’s devoted to you entirely… as far as she’s concerned, you saved her life.”

“Well, that’s what a good leader should do, right? Find talent, in unexpected places, and bring it into the light.”

That’s what Julius would have done, anyway.

Just as I predicted, we run into Adeline a few minutes later. She skids to a stop in front of us, out of breath from her previous chore, but a big smile appears on her face as she spots us. “Your majesty! And- Marx!” She quickly bows her head out of respect. “I’ve completed the task you gave me!”

“Please, no more your majesty! I like you enough that you can call me by my real name.” Adeline looks up in time to see me shoot her a little wink. “Thanks for doing that, now come on!”

Adeline quickly joins my side, and before long the three of us reach an open window. Marx immediately winces. “Oh no… you can’t possibly-”

“It’s the quickest way! Come on!” I grab his hand and hold the other out to Adeline. “Hold on tight, alright? It’ll just last a couple seconds.”

Her eyes widen, but she nods quickly and takes my arm. Without another moment passing, I turn back towards the window.

“Flame Creation Magic: Sun God’s Leap.”

Tiny wings burst to life around my elbows and ankles, fluttering delicately but with more power than ever before. This is my only flight spell, and when paired with my time acceleration, there’s no way to travel any faster.

“Here we go!”

I push off the ground, and the three of us shoot off out of the window. Marx and Adeline both hold on tighter, Adeline letting out a little scream of surprise. Land and air courses past our bodies, faster and faster, the feeling so familiar. I can remember it… just like it was yesterday. The first time Julius showed me his power… I was going to be late coming back to the base, and he just swept me up and- in a moment, we were there.

Those simple days… what I wouldn’t give to have them back. When my biggest worry was whether or not Julius liked me back.

Because… of course he did. It was so obvious, even back then… we were meant to be together.

A few seconds later, we crash down to earth, a little less elegantly than usual since I have two passengers. The moment I let go, Marx stumbles away, extremely dizzy, but Adeline keeps clutching at me, stunned and dazed by the experience. “W-W-Wow…” she stutters, blinking owilishly. “That was… really… cool…”

“Ah, thanks-” I cut myself off when I realize just how… close she is. Adeline is a good few inches taller than me, and having her pressed against me like this. “Ah- er- Adeline-” I feel my ears start to heat up. “Do you think you could-”

“OH! Sorry!” She lets go and steps back, seemingly back to normal. “Thanks for the ride… now…” She turns to look around. We’re standing outside a small town, a very humble town in the middle of nowhere. This place is close to the border with the Heart Kingdom, the land fertile and rich with natural mana. This is where the remnants of the Simulcian race live… where my family lives. “This is the place?”

“It sure is.” I suck in a breath, a little worried about what was to come. “Now.. don’t be frightened by them. They’re going to be nosy, and they don’t really understand personal space,” I explain as we start to walk. “They’re all brothers and sisters, making them my aunts and uncles.”

“Right… and, what exactly do we need from them again?” Adeline asks.

“They could have information about the Devils- don’t you remember that big lecture I gave you about it yesterday?”

Adeline laughs nervously. “Oh, right… ah, to be honest, there was so much information, and I’m sure I forgot some of it-”

“Nevermind, I’ll tell you later.” She’s honest though, at least…. I sigh heavily. About most things. I can’t help but remember our first meeting, that look of surprise on her face, and those words-

“Your eyes…”

Well, if she was off-put by these eyes of mine, then she’s got a big shock coming…

“OH! LOOK! IT’s OUR NIECE!”

And… here they are.

A small crowd of people run up to us as we reach the town. All of them look a bit like me, with slightly varying shades of hair. However, all of them seem to be about my age, and all of them have the same, empty black irises. When they were united into Septads, those eyes glowed an eerie blueish white. “Hey guys… long time no see?”

A few pairs of hands immediately grab my arms, just like I anticipated, and start to drag me away, all chatting all at once.

“A visit from our Wizard King!”

“The first Foreign Wizard King!”

“This is a great victory for the Simulcians!”

“The first non-human Wizard King!”

“We’ll have to build a statue of you next!”

Luckily, they ignore Adeline and Marx, who jog behind us. Adeline looks a bit worried about me, but Marx is used to this by now. “Hmm? Statue?” I repeat, still trying to get used to this newfound hospitality.

“Oh, right! Come look at our most recent project!” one of my uncles says excitedly. “We had to put it on hold after the attack, but it still looks great so far!”

Huh? I wonder what it might be-

We turn the corner to enter the “town square,” and the hands finally release me. “Don’t run off like that!” Marx scolds, hurrying up to my side with Adeline. What? It’s not like I had a choice! I almost respond, but Adeline catches my attention when her eyes widen. “W-what is that supposed to be?”

Hmm? I turn to follow her gaze, finally spotting the unfinished statue in the middle of the square. It’s made of wood, part of it painted dark blue, but it looks like it’s been on hold for a long time. I recognized the figure immediately. “Oh… this is your deity, isn’t it?”

“Yep!” an aunt answers in unison with a few others. “Aren’t they beautiful! Simulcia, in all her glory…”

The populace of the Clover Kingdom tends to believe in God. Churches and convents are located in almost every town, and most people worship in their own homes. My mother made me and my cousins go to church every week, but I never really absorbed any of it. Maybe I was trying to emulate my father, who never joined us for worship. Little did I know, even he must have had some underlying allegiance to… her.

If the concept of God is ridiculous to me, then it’s even harder for me to believe in Simulcia. According to my family, she was a giant woman who took the form of a moth. Parts of that are evident on the statue; her inhuman face, her tall, feathered antennae. She had wings, too, but they haven’t gotten around to carving those yet. Her two giant eyes are painted black. The finishing touches are her marks, seven of them, carved into her palms, her knees, her stomach, her heart, and finally, her forehead. Apparently she broke into seven parts upon her death, and is the “mother” of all Simulcians. I’m not exactly sure how accurate all this is…

“A… a pagan god?!” I look over to see Adeline staring at the statue again, looking very distrubed. “You didn’t tell me they were pagans!”

“Pagan?” I repeat, for some reason finding this kind of funny. “Adeline, it’s fine… they’ve been worshipping that goddess longer than the Kingdom worshipped their God.”

“I know… but-” Adeline finally looks over at me. “Their?”

“Ah, You know, I don’t believe in God or that thing- I mean, Simulcia. So what does that make me?”

Adeline opens her mouth to answer, but she can’t. She’s probably lived a very sheltered life... I chuckle before turning to my family once again. “Well, if it isn’t too much trouble, may we stay for lunch.”

“Of course!!! We’ve got plenty of potatoes!”

“Oh… great!”

The Simulcian Colony works day in and day out, using all their mana to produce nutritious crops… mainly potatoes. The crops get sent out to poor areas, so the operation is going full throttle now more than any other time. The potatoes are good, I can’t deny it, but they taste earthy, almost tangy. But they’re moist and rich in mana, so I don’t complain when it’s the only thing I’m served at lunch. The whole town is extremely communal, so everyone is gathered here to eat. There’s about 40 of them living here, all chatting together in small circles as I sit down with Adeline and Marx to eat.

“With respect, we didn’t come here to socialize-” Marx reminds me, glancing around, clearly a little uncomfortable.

“I know, I know, I’m going to ask right now,” I whisper, turning to smile at some of my aunts as they suddenly come and sit down near us. “Hi! So, about this visit-”

“Is this about the Curse in the Heart Kingdom?” one of them cuts me off, already chewing a mouthful of food.

I blink, a little stunned by the quick response. “Kind of… wait, how do you even know about that?”

The aunts share a little look, holding back a chuckle. “You didn’t feel it? My, your human genes are really strong, aren’t they?”

Huh? I repress a frown, a familiar sense of unease permeating my heart. Marx gulps quietly, and Adeline stares at me like I’ve grown another head. They had to bring it up now, didn’t they? Ah- I clear my throat. “So, Simulcians can sense Devil Curses?”

They all nod in unison. “Yes! We just know it’s there, not anything else though.”

“Oh, well…”

I quickly explain the situation to them: the Attack in six months, the Devil Megicula’s link to the Heart Kingdom, and Zagred’s reaction to me. “Hmm… a link between SImulcians and Devils…?” One of my aunts taps her chin as she thinks, her eyes not betraying her inner thoughts. “Well… we wouldn’t know anything about that off the tops of our heads. That would be ancient knowledge… because the last time we would have contacted Devils is during the last opening of the Tree.”

The phrase catches my attention. “Tree? What Tree?”

“The Tree! The Tree of Qliphoth!” Even the name sends an unpleasant shiver down my back. “It was millenia ago… but the channel between this world and the underworld was opened, and Devils reigned destruction upon the Earth!” My other aunts nod along in unison. “However, I don’t think our history went back that far… we didn’t move to our island until after… huh…” Her brow furrows in concentration as I stare in shock, not sure what to make of this new information. The Tree of Qliphoth… that sounds bad. How come I’ve never heard of it before? If Devils really reigned destruction upon the world, that should be big news… unless it was so long ago that it was erased from written memory… and yet…

“So…” I catch the attention of my aunts once I speak again. “You knew that… you’re able to subconsciously delve into Simulcian history, right?” I smile a little, feeling hopeful. “If you remembered something about the Tree, then Simulcians must have been around during its opening, right?”

To my surprise, they shake their heads. “Not necessarily… I thought you would understand by now.” My aunt motions out the door, towards the time square. “Our power comes from our shared consciousness… her consciousness. She broke herself apart, but she still exists in us. In you.” She reaches out and grabs my shoulder. “Your Dyad… a Dyad concentrates the entire consciousness into two people. She was a goddess of fate, and her power concentrated fate into you and Julius…” Her voice trails off as she feels me tense up at the mention of that name. “I’m sorry-”

“No, no, it’s fine!” I shake my head and give her a smile. “Tell me more… do you think I could tap into that history?”

“Maybe…” Her eyes light up. “Maybe, if you get into a Septad, you can uncover the information you seek!”

Uh oh- The last time I entered a Septad, it didn’t end well… You probably remember. Well, if it’s the easiest way to get information…

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

I feel someone tug on my sleeve, and I look down to see Adeline looking up at me with concern. “Um… I don’t really understand what any of you are talking about, but… uh… is this… safe?”

… oh, Adeline… I don’t have any idea.

“Yeah, sure!” I give her a thumbs up. “I’ve done it before, don’t worry!”

Well, that’s not a lie.

Adeline’s worry melts into a smile. A very… cute smile.

She was worried about me…

“Good! I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

My aunts take my hand and drag me away. The rest of them have already stood up, clearing an area in the middle of the room. Six women already stand there, as if they knew what we meant to do. I recognize them immediately- they’re the six Simulcians that I was forced to synchronize with, to form a Septad. Just seeing them, and being close to them… I feel a spark of mana in my forehead, as if it yearned to be together with someone again… anyone.

“...hi…” I laugh awkwardly as I shed my cloak and pull out my Grimoire. “Can I do it? So I can break it when we’re done.” I don’t expect to get trapped again, but I’m not taking any chances.

The six of them nod all at once, giving me identical smiles. These six were together for years, and now they operate like they’re all one unit. “Ok… let’s go then.”

My Grimoire floats up, and I utter the spell.

“Dyad magic… Septad Creation!”

All at once, our marks start to glow, and I feel the mana start to cycle around. Faster and faster, so fast that it seems to inhabit us all at once. It’s not nearly as powerful as a Dyad, but I still have to plant my feet into the ground and will my hands to keep from shaking. The other's eyes start to glow a whitish-blue, the same light overtaking my own vision. The room melts away, and then-

Darkness.

This place… is really the mind of an ancient goddess? I don’t get it… so she really did exist?

...are you here?

There’s not even a whisper of a soul left. Just an empty mind, pinned here against the tides of time and space, entrusted to a doomed race of people.

But… are there memories here?

The earth quakes, and I feel the bond start to slip.

What?! Already! I’m not that weak, I should be able to last longer than this!

FInally, the tremor stops.

Good… now… someone…

Show me a Devil.

I’m not sure what I expected to see, but a scene finally fades in. I look around, spotting the setting sun over the mountains to the west. There’s buildings close by, familiar buildings.

This is… Raque?

But, there aren’t any devils here! This is modern day… I need something farther back in time! So-

I’m cut off as I hear a familiar voice.

“Look at it… the sea… it’s so beautiful.”

I turn towards the source, and spot two people sitting in the sand, staring out at the dark waves. The blackness of the water, so deep and mysterious, so cold… just like their identical black eyes.

This is… this…

It’s the Dyad. My grandparents. They sit here, hand in hand, staring at the sea.

What is this… are they supposed to be the Devils? Or is this something completely unrelated-

“Oh! Look!”

My grandmother’s gaze is caught by something to her right. She points, and both my and grandpa look.

“I see…”

A moth flits towards them, riding the sea breeze with delicate grace.

“That’s it then… it’s her.”

A moth…

Simulcia?

The moth continues its slow approach.

“So… that’s it, then.”

My grandpa’s words echo in my ears. The scene melts away once again.

“Our fate.”

The void begins to shake once again. I try and reach out to the others as they tremble away from me, farther and farther, stretching our link so far it might snap.

Wait! What’s wrong? Why is this hurting you?

I can’t reach them. They disappear, and a blinding light shoots through my body.

I don’t understand… what was that supposed to mean?

I blink, and I’m back in the room with everyone. I almost fall over once my consciousness is restored, but Marx and Adeline catch me. “Oh god! Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah!” I nod vaguely in response to Adeline’s question. “I don’t get it though, I…”

My voice trails off as I spot the other six women.

All of them have fallen to the ground, crumpled into little heaps. And each one of them holds their face in their hands, tears and sobs flowing freely.

I watch in silence, my mind reeling from this sudden turn of events.

Wait… so… the reason the bond was broken was because they were being hurt… not me? But why?

One of them lets out a shriek, and inhuman, emotionless scream.

Why… w-why…

I know what they saw within me. They saw the void: a deep, insurmountable gap, one that I’m slowly but surely sinking into. A darkness deeper than any on this earth, a cold more piercing than a thousand knives.

But… I don’t see it.

As long as I keep my sight fixed on the light above… as long as I keep moving forward… I will drag myself out.

So… for now… I won’t look down.

It takes a while for things to settle down, so we just sit awkwardly until the others stop crying and return to normal. “I’m sorry… we ruined that bond,” one of them says, glancing over at me. “I don’t even remember what was so sad… but all at once, I felt like I couldn’t breathe at all.”

“Oh… I-I’m sorry… I don’t know what that was either.” I smile awkwardly and glance at Marx, who still is staring at the ground with a pained expression on his face. Adeline still looks confused. “Well… I guess we shouldn’t try again?”

“I mean, we probably can.” Another one sits up to look at me. “But… we could all feel it; the storm of emotions inside you. You need to learn to quell that storm, to travel to its eye… only within that calm will we be able to fully sink into our consciousnesses.”

I feel a pang of anger. “Quell my storm? I don’t know about that, I think I’ve been handling everything pretty well, considering the circumstances, right Marx?”

There’s no answer. “Marx?” I look over to see him looking like he’s a deer in the headlights. FInally, he shrugs. Great… “ANYWAY- how am I supposed to do that any more than I already am?”

“Meditation!” one of my uncles pipes up. “If you do a little every day, you should be able to clear your subconscious before entering the Septad.”

“Ooh! I meditate all the time!” I look over as Adeline of all people speaks up. “I can teach you, I know I can!”

For some reason, that idea makes me a bit nervous. “Oh…. okay. Well-” I cross my arms and scowl. “I don’t know if it’ll be any help. It kept showing me a scene from just a few years ago, I need something from back when the Tree of Qliphoth was being opened!”

A few of the Simulcians exchange glances before looking at me again. “That might be impossible… you see, no matter how hard we try, it’s still her mind. She only shows us memories she deems important to us.”

“Important to us?! WHy- AH!” My bottled up frustration suddenly bursts out, for just a moment. I ball up my fists under my robe as I keep talking. “I don’t know whether to believe any of this shit anyway… I mean, it all sounds good, but really? A moth goddess is telling me that my grandparents’s little love scene is more important than the DEVILS?!”

My uncle shrugs. “I don’t make the rules… but the sooner you go back, with a clear mind, the sooner it will all be answered.”

I feel a hand on my arm, and once again it’s Adeline, giving me a calming smile. “I got this, okay? When I’m done with you, you’ll be able to do this with no problem!”

…

“You can do this! I know you can. You’re the strongest person I know, after all!”

For some reason, her words do the impossible. I feel a strange… peace within me. For a brief moment, the void ceases to scare me.

“...ok. I’ll do it.”

I let out a deep sigh before looking back at my family. “Thank you… we’ll be back soon, is that okay?”

“Of course!” They all answer at once, a little enthusiastic. “We can’t wait to see you again!”

“Good!” I manage to smile. “Marx, Adeline… lets go.”

We leave soon after, but those brief moments within the Septad still stick with me. One sentence in particular circles my mind, the soothing, accepting tones of my grandmother’s voice springing up more and more questions in its wake.

“That’s it then… our fate.”

Next time! Chapter 9: the long night. Adeline begins her crash course in meditation, but derails it when she starts talking about the stars. Maybe... maybe there IS something special about her. :)

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